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THE  BENSON  LIBRARY  OF  HYMNOLOGY 

Endowed  by  the  Reverend 

Louis  Fitzgerald  Benson,  d.d. 

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LIBRARY  OF  THE  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 
PRINCETON,  NEW  JERSEY 


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Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2011  with  funding  from 

Calvin  College 


http://www.archive.org/details/freshleavesforusOOokan 


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By  T.  C.  O' KANE, 


AUTHOR   OF   "GUIDE    US,    SAVIOR,"   "JUST   BEYOND,"   "  I 'M   A   LITTLE    PILGRIM,"  ETC 


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PHILIP  PHILLIPS, 

805  Broadway,  New  York. 

HITCHCOCK  &>    WALDEN, 

Cincinnati,  Chicago,  and  St.  Louis. 


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PREFACE. 


TN  the  preparation  of  these  "Fresh  Leaves,"  the  author  has  endeavored  to  have 

1.  Every  hymn  purely  Scriptural — illustrating  or  enforcing  some  Bible  truth. 

2.  Every  piece  of  music  singable — such  as  can  and  will  be  sung  in  every  Sunday-school.      No 

piece  has  been  inserted  merely  to  "fill  up,"  but  constant  reference  has  been  had  to  intrinsic 
merit  and  adaptation,  which,  in  nearly  every  case,  has  been  determined  upon  actual  trial 
by  those  for  whom  it  is  prepared. 

3.  A  large  number  of  hymns  and  tunes  especially  for  the  Infant  Class,  besides  a  large  number 

of  others,  as  well  adapted  to  this  as  to  the  other  departments  of  the  school. 

While  a  large  proportion  of  the  music  is  what  is  indicated  by  the  title  of  the  book,  yet  almost 
all  the  old  hymns,  the  music  of  which  is  familiar  to  every  Sabbath-school  scholar,  are  given,  with 
the  music  to  the  first  line,  which  at  once  recalls  the  pitch,  movement,  etc.,  of  the  tune. 

We  are  thus  enabled,  of  musical  "  treasures  new  and  old,"  to  present,  within  a  small  compass,  a 
number  and  variety  of  hymns  and  tunes  sufficiently  large  for  every  department,  and  all  the  ordinary 
exercises  of  the  Sunday-school. 

The  divine  blessing  having  been  constantly  sought  during  the  progress  of  the  work,  it  is  now  sent 
forth  with  the  earnest  prayer  that,  under  God,  it  may  prove  a  rich  blessing  to  alLwho  may  use  it, 
singing  "with  the  spirit  and  the  understanding."  THE  AUTHOR. 

Jggg"  Many  thanks  are  due  H.  D.  Munson,  Philip  Phillips,  T.  E.  Perkins,  S.  J.  Vail,  Rev.  A.  A.  Graley,  C.  G.  Allen, 
and  Wm.  H.  Clarke  for  the  excellent  music  attached  to  their  respective  names  ;  also  to  the  different  owners  of  copyrights 
for  permission  to  use  the  words  and  music  duly  credited. 

Entered  according  to  Ad  of  Congress,  A.  D.  1868,  by  Philip  Phillips  &  Co.,  in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  U.  S.  Districl 

Con  t,  for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


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2  Hark  to  the  voices,  bidding  us  come! 
Angels,  rejoicing,  beckon  us  home  ; 

No  more  shall  sadness  or  sorrow  oppress, 
Come,  little  pilgrim  band,  there  we  shall  rest. 

3  Soon  shall  we  never  know  sorrow  more, 
But  blessed  forever,  God's  love  shall  share; 
Soon  we  shall  see  him  in  his  blest  home, 
Ever  still  praising  him,  ages  to  come. 


From  Musical  Leaves. 


Guide  us,  Savior. 

"  He  will  guide  you  into  all  truth. 


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Be  our  wisdom  and  our  guide  ; 
May  we  walk  in  love  and  meekness, 
Nearer  to  our  Savior's  side. 
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"While  with  thee  we  thus  abide. 


8  And  when  death  at  last  o'ertakes  us, 
And  we  sink  beneath  his  might, 
May  that  blessed  morn  awake  us, 
Safe  in  yonder  realms  of  light; 

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SECOND  HYMX  TO  "  GUIDE  WS,  SAVIOR." 


1  Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ! 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 
Oh ,  refresh  us ! 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 


2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 
Oh,  refresh  us! 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 


Words  by  Miss  FANNT  CROSBY. 

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Light  our  sunny  features ; 
In  the  Sabbath-school  we  meet, 

Friends  and  faithful  teachers ; 
Kneeling  there,  kneeling  there, 

Jesus  deigns  to  hear  us, 
Whil«  we  breathe  our  grateful  prayer 

In  our  school  so  dear. 


3  Happy  place,  happy  place, 

On,  the  wondrous  story, 
Jesus  died  that  we  might  live 

In  the  realms  of  glory ; 
Kindred  hearts  wait  us  there. 

They  have  gone  before  us ; 
In  that  lovely  mansion  fair 

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Pours  a  golden  flood; 

Deepest  vales  awaking, 
Echo,  "God  is  good." 


3  Hymns  of  praise  are  ringing 
Through  the  leafy  wood ; 
Songsters  sweetly  singing, 
Warble,  "God  is  good." 


4  Wake  and  join  the  chorus, 
Man  with  soul  endued; 
He  whose  smile  is  o'er  us, 
God,  our  God  is  goad. 


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The  Old,  Old  Story." 


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That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 
.  For  I  forget  so  soon  ! 
Tlie  "  early  dew  "  of  morning 
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3  Tell  me  the  story  softly, 

With  earnest  tones  and  grave ; 
Remember!  I 'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  me  the  story  always, 

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4  Tell  me  the  same  old  story, 

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The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 
I'm  bound  for  home,  etc. 


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All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

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3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found- 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 


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Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art: 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart 

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They  impart  to  each  heart, 
That  truth  which  points  the  way 
To  brighter  realms  above. 
Oh  come,  etc. 


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Through  heaven  above,  their  happy  home. 


4  Then  patiently  we  '11  wait  the  day, 

When  to  that  clime  we'll  wing  our  way; 
Enter  our  mansions  in  the  sky, 
0  blessed  thought  I  no  more  to  die. 


Beautiful  Sabbath  Morning. 


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Glad  are  we  the  six  days'  work  is  past  and  gone: 
Glad  to  have  a  day  of  sweet  and  holy  rest; 
'T  is  the  day  that  God  has  blest. 
Day,  calm  and  holy,  etc. 


3  Let  us  spend  the  moments  of  this  holy  day, 
So  that  when  at  last  they  have  all  passed  away, 
Sweet 't  will  be  to  think — the  quiet  Sabbath  ev'n 
Brings  us  one  day  nearer  heaven. 
Day,  calm  and  holy,  etc. 


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How  Sweet  is  the  Sabbath. 


Herman. 


1.  How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest, 

2.  O     let     me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 

3.  In-struct  me,   my  Savior,  for  thine  would  I   be, 


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To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for  heaven. 
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3  Soon  from  earth  I  '11  soar  away 
To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 
Soon  I'll  join  the  ransomed  throng, 
Sing  with  them  redemption's  song. 
Pearly  gates  stand  open  wide, 
Just  beyond  death's  chilling  tide 
Mansions  bright,  behold !  I  see, 
There  the  angels  wait  for  me. 


Fadeless  flowers  of  beauty  there, 
Trees  of  life  with  foliage  rare, 
Fruits  the  most  inviting  grow, 
There  is  where  I  want  to  go 
Hark,  I  hear  the  angels  sing, 
Heavenly  harpers  on  the  wing, 
Throng  the  air,  and  bid  me  rise 
To  the  music  of  the  skies. 


4  Earthly  home,  adieu,  adieu, 
Earthly  friends,  farewell  to  you ; 
Softly  breathe  your  las,t  good -by, 
"  Jesus  calls  me— let  me  die." 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  has  come. 
Come  to  bear  me  to  my  home. 
Friends  beloved,  oh,  weep  u<>  inor 
Meet  me  on  the  other  shore. 


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\  Come  to  that  fountain,  0  drink  and  live,  Freely,  freely,  freely,  Come  to  that  fountain,  O  drink  and  live, 

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flowing,    Flowing,  freely  flowing,  The  fountain  of  life  is     flowing,  Is    flowing  for  you  and  for    me. 


3  Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him.— Clio. 


4  Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him  ; 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  him.-  Cho. 


5  Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him ; 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Come  to  the  water  of  life  that  flows, 

Freely  to  all  that  love  him.— Cho. 


Lamb  of  Calvary. 


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1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Savior  divine : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  tmne. 


2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 
A  living  Are. 


3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  Guide ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
"Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 


Welcome  to  our  FestiTal. 


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2  All  unite  to  praise  our  God, 
For  his  grace  on  us  bestowed, 

We  '11  sing  his  love ; 
Hallowed  be  the  songs  we  raise — 
| :  Happy  songs  of  grateful  praise, :  | 
We  '11  sing  his  love. 


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Turns  on  us  a  grievous  eye ; 

We  '11  sing  his  love : 

Still  prolongs  our  day  of  grace, 

|  :  Gives  us  time  to  seek  his  face, :  | 

We  '11  sing  his  love. 

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4  But  while  thus  our  hearts  rejoice, 
We  must  heed  his  warning  voice, 

We  '11  sing  his  love; 
Seek  the  way  of  peace  and  truth, 
|  :  In  the  early  days  of  youth, :  | 
We  '11  sing  his  love. 


From  Kagell. 


Blest  he  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love, 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 


2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers, 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 


3  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  eives  us  iuward  pain. 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart. 
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For  the  Infant  Class. 


2  Ever  present,  truest  friend, 
Ever  near,  thine  aid  to  lend, 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear. 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 
Hearts  grow  faint  and  hopes  give  o'er, 
Whisper  softly,  wanderer,  come! 
Follow  me,  I  '11  guide  thee  home. 

Children's  Praise. 


3  When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  aud  prayer 
Wondering  if  our  names  are  there; 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood, 
Pleading  naught  but  Jesus'  blood, 
Whisper  softly,  wanderer,  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I  '11  guide  thee  home. 


1.  Here  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord,  Listen  now,  listen  now,  Here  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord  With  our  infant  lays. 


He  who  once  lay    in    a  manger.  Now  enthroned  our  blest  Redeemer,  With  a  Father's  love  has  said  He'd  accept  o  ir  praiso. 


2  "  Let  young  children  come  to  me," 

Jesus  said,  Jesus  said  . 
"Let  young  children  come  to  me. 

And  forbid  them  not, 
For  of  such,"  the  Savior  told  then:, 
"  Is  composed  my  heavenly  kingdom. 
What  a  rapturous  thougnt  it  is, 

Christ  torgnts  us  not ! 


3  Lot  us  love,  and  now  adore; 

Love  him  now,  love  him  now; 
L>'t  us  love,  and  now  adore, 

In  our  youthful  strength. 
L.'t  us  never  grieve  our  Savior, 
Who  hath  died  to  win  us  favor, 
All !  this  thought  should  melt  our  hearts — 

Children's  hearts  can  melt. 


3  But  we  'll  have  a  joyous  song. 
Joyous  song,  joyous  song; 

But  we  Ml  have  a  joyous  song 
For  our  jubilee. 

Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever; 

This  will  make  us  joyous  ever. 

Savior,  hear  this  praise  to  thee 
Who  remembered  van. 


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Let  the  Travelers  in. 


With  spirit. 


T.  C.  O'KINE. 


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Enter  ye  into  your  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 
In  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 


Oirls. — "All  our  earthly  journey  past, 
Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 
At  the  portal  of  the  sky."—  Cho 


From  The  Diadem. 


Our  happy  Home. 


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3  O,  how  sweet  to  think  of  heaven, 
Happy  home  to  children  given ; 
Here,  "  by  sin  and  sorrow  driven,' 
There,  all  is  perfect  rest.— Cho. 


4  Father,  guide  our  steps  aright, 
May  it  be  our  great  delight 
To  live  holy  in  thy  sight. 
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And  spread  from  plain  to  plain, 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 


3  Hosanna,  on  the  wings  of  light, 
B'er  earth  ami  ocean  fly, 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night. 
And  heaven  to  earth,  reply. 


4  Hosanna,  then,  our  sung  snail  be; 
Hosanna  to  our  King; 
This  is  the  children's  jnbilee- 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 


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But  can  such  a  feeble  band 
Satan's  gathered  hosts  withstand, 
And  resist,  with  dauntless  hand, 

All  their  mighty  powers? 
Savior,  in  thy  name  we  go ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  every  foe, 
And  if  thou  thy  strength  bestow, 

"Saving  help"  is  ours. 


Far  above  our  mortal  sight, 
Round  the  throng  in  shining  light, 
Happy  spirits  clothed  in  white, 

Strike  their  harps  and  cry  : 
''Jesus  triumphed  when  he  rose 
Jesus  conquered  all  our  foes; 
Now  his  faithful  hand  bestows 

Palms  of  victory." 


Savior,  if  thy  cross  we  bear, 
May  we  hope  thy  joy  to  share, 
And  with  ransomed  hosts  to  wear 

Crowns  of  light  on  high? 
Hear  us  now  we  humbly  pray, 
Take  us  in  our  early  day, 
Let  us  'neath  thy  banner  stay, 

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We  're  on  our  way  to  Zion  • 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again, 

Come,  go  with  us  to  Zion. 
The  Savior  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me." 
To  Zion,  etc. 


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There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing, 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King. 
In  Ziou,  etc. 

To-day  the  Savior  Calls. 


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Singing  sweetly,  sweetly  now, 
"  'T  is  the  hour  to  make  thy  choice, 

Come,  oh  come,  to  Jesus  bow." 
Yes,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 

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3  Hark,  a  voice!  a  heavenly  voice; 
Hear  it  sounding  through  tne  land, 

"  Souls  on  earth  make  heaven  rejoice, 
Who  for  Jesus  boldly  stand." 

Yes,  we  '11  "stand  "  for  our  uear  Friend, 
Boldly  lift  his  colors  high, 

Love  and  serve  him  to  the  end- 
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The  Bible. 


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1.  The  Bi  -  ble,    the    Bi  -  ble !  more  precious  than  gold,  The  hopes  and  the  glories  its    pag-es  un  -  fold ; 


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How  sweetly  it  smues  on  the  season  of  youth ; 
Ere  hearts  are  enslaved  in  the  bondage  of  vice, 
It  bids  us  seeK  early  the  "  pearl  of  great  price." 
The  Bible,  etc. 


3  The  Bible,  the  Bible !  the  valleys  shall  ring, 
And  hill-tops  re-echo  the  notes  that  we  sing; 
Our  banners  inscribed  with  its  precepts  and  rules, 
Shall  long  wave  in  tnunipii  ine  joy  ol  our  schooU 
The  Bible,  etc. 


Words  from  "  Devotional  Melodies." 

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There  are  voices  now  calling  from  those  bright  realms 

"  Oh,  sorrow  shall  come  again  no  more."       [of  day,  4  'Tis  the  loud-pealing  anthem,  the  victor's  holy  song, 

"Where  the  strife  and  the  conflict  are  all  o'er, 

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Promise  by  the  Savior  given ; 
Every  hour  that  glides  away, 

Brings  them  nearer  heaven. 
O,  how  sweet  the  joys  they  share ! 

O,  how  calm  their  tranquil  rest! 
Close  to  him  whose  name  they  bear, 

They  of  all  are  blest. 

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To  their  native  skies. 
God  their  Father  they  shall  see ; 

In  his  kingdom  they  shall  rest; 
Pure  in  heart,  O,  let  us  be  ! 

They  of  heaven  are  blest. 

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Work  through  the  sunny  noon ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store ; 


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Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
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3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Under  the  sunset  skies ; 

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While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more ; 
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1.  The  morning  bright,  With  rosy  light,  Has  waked  me  up  from  sleep, 

2  All  througu  the  day,  I  humbly  pray, 
Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide ; 
My  sins  forgive,  And  let  me  live, 
Blest  Jesus,  near  thy  side. 


/Fa-ther     I  own,"! 

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3  Oh  make  thy  rest  Within  raj'  breast, 
Great  Spirit  of  all  grace ; 
Make  me  like  thee— Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  lace. 


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2.  O,      ye    weary,  draw  nigh,  't  is  the  place  of  re-pose  ;  Ye  footsore  your  journeyings  cease ;  Ye    toilworn  with 

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Prepared  by  the  Builder  above ; 
Approach  with  your  burden,  in  meekness  submit, 

And  knock  at  the  portals  of  love. 
Knock,  knock,  knock,  'tis  the  Savior's  command, 

Knock  at  the  portals  above,  etc. 


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5  They  're  all  waiting  within,  and  the  feast  Is  prepared, 

What  folly  to  tarry  and  wait ! 
Let  every  one  come  in  obedient  haste, 

And  knock  at  the  heavenly  gate. 
Knock,  knock,  knock,  'tis  the  Savior's  command, 

Knock  at  the  heavenly  gate,  etc. 


Words  from  The  Diadem. 


"I  will  Trust  in  my  Savior ." 


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To  draw  me  away 
From,  the  earth  and  its  pleasures, 

To  heaven's  bright  day. 
To  fit  me  for  praising 

With  angels  on  high, 
He  afflicts  Uien  he  comforts, 

And  says,  "It  is  I."—  Cliorus. 


3  O !  for  this,  my  dear  Savior, 

I  '11  bear  every  loss, 
And  will  run  where  he  bids  me, 

And  carry  my  cross. 
For  sure  is  that  promise 

Which  comes  from  the  sky, 
"  I  will  lead  you,  and  save  you. 

Fear  notr— it  is  I."—  Ohorux 


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Take  thy  Children  Home. 

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Fleet  as  the  early  beam, 
Chasing  the  shadow 


From  the  brow  of  day. 
Dark  and  lone,  etc. 
Why  do  we,  etc. 

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Sheltered  from  every  storm, 
Peace,  like  a  river, 


Shall  forever  glide  ? 
Laving  the  vine-tree, 
Cooling  the  sunny  vale, 
Bearing  the  faithful 
On  its  silver  tide. 
Dark  and  lone,  etc. 
W  by  do  we.  etc. 


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A  Sons  for  the  School. 


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Of  re  -  Joic-lng  at  hiscom-ing,  Yet  there  is  no  room  for  him. 
On  -  ly  here  and  there  a  manger,  Like  to  that  at  Betn-le-hem. 
That  the  fol-lowers  of     the  Mas-ter   Are  not  fol  -  low  -  ers     to-day  ? 


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Room  for  Je  -  sus, 

Room  for  Je  -  sus, 

Room  for  Je  -  sus, 


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etc. 

etc. 


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Room  for  Jesus.— Concluded. 


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35 


glory  !  Time  for  him,  all  times  obey ;  Love  for  him,  who  came  to  save  us— Let  us  ask  these  things  to-day. 


Our  Savior  bids  the  Children  come. 


n.  D.  MUNSON. 


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1.  Our  Sa 


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D.  C.  W?ien   we 


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days,  he  spreads  His  arms  to  take  us    in. 
in     thine  arms,  From  ev  -  ery  sin     set   free. 


2  Forever  blessed  be  his  name ; 

No  earthly  love  like  his; 

Oh.  may  it  draw  our  hearts  to  him, 

And  to  the  world  of  bliss. 

u  Savior  dear,  etc 


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O  Savior  dear,  and  may  we  come?  How  happy  we  shall  be, 


3  There  may  we  come  at  last  to  sing 
In  nobler  strains  his  praise, 
And  join  the  little  ones  who  stand 
Before  our  Father's  lace. 
O  Savior  dear,  etc. 


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Lively. 


Give  to  God  the  Sabbath  Night. 

By  permission,  from  The  Song  Crown. 


m^m^^^^^^m^^^^ 


1.  Si  -  lent  -  ly    the  shades  are  fall-ing 

2.  God    ordained  the  Sabbath  stillness 
8.  Sabbaths  here  oft  dawn  in     sadness, 


On  the 
For  his 
Close  in 


air,  And  the  vil-lage  bells  are  call  -  ing 
praise,  God,  the  glorious  strength  and  fullness 
tears,      But      a  scene  of    constant  glad-ue-ss 


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Un   -    to  prayer.  Shades  of  evening    coming    slow-ly,  Snatch  away  the  ling'ring  light,  Ban-ish   ev' -  ry 

Of        our  days.    From  his  six  days'  toil    re  -  posing,  When  cre-at-ing  work  was  done,  Hallowing  as  the 

Heaven  appears.  There  our  prayers  will  turn  to  praises,  Sabbath  bells  and  preached  word,  Are  unueeded 


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m.  Chorus  to  each  verse. 


dim.  Rit. 


5   - 


thought  un-ho  -  ly,  Give  to   God   the  Sabbath    night. 

day  was  closing,  The  all  -  glorious  Sabbath     sun. 
where  each  raises    Songs  of  glo  -  ry    to     the     Lord.  Give  to 


The  Sabhath  night,  the  Sabbath  night. 

God,  Give  to  God  the  Sabbath  night. 


-I -—0—0  r0 0- 


For  the  Infant  Class. 


The  Savior's  Call. 


1st  End. 


T.  C.  O'KANB. 


'61 

2d  End. 


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Chorus. 


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Sav-ior    call-ing,  "  Lit-tle  children,  come  to 
will  bless  you,  save  you,  keep  you, 


,3*     E    K 


I  from  sin  will  set  you  free." 

Ml 


•/  -  •  -  r 

He  c^lls     a-gain,   1 

Oh    let     us  then,  J  With  one  united  cry,  The  call  o-bey,  and  humbly  say,  "  Dear  Jesus,  here  am  I. 

"  Come,"  says  Jesus,  "  in  the  morning 

Of  your  bright  and  tender  youth, 
I  will  be  your  guide  and  helper,  . 

I  'm  the  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth. 


Come,  that  I  may  have  and  hold  you, 
In  my  everlasting  crown. 


3  "Come,  for  'twas  to  seek  and  save  you, 
I  to  earth  from  heaven  came  down, 

For  the  Inlant  Class. 


"Come,  there's  nothing  now  to  hinder, 
Little  child  whoe'er  thou  art; 

I  for  thee  myself  have  given  ; 

Give  me  back  thyself — thy  heart." 


Our  Friend. 


1.  Think  of  it,  little  children,  Whene'er  you  kneel  to  pray,  The  gentle,  dear  Redeemer  Hears  every  word  you  say. 
Chorus. 


77ien  humbly  pray  to  Jesus,  The  pure,  the  meek,  the  mild,  He  loves  the  prayers  of  children,  Who  ivas  himself  a  child. 

He  loves  to  see  the  children  3  Go  often  to  his  presence,               4  No  other  friend  can  love  you 

Before  his  footstool  bend;  And  tell  your  troubles  there,  One  half  as  well  as  he; 

Let  infant  voices  praise  him,  And  send  your  joys  and  sorrows  O'er  time's  dark  wave  he  '11  guide  you 

Of  old,  the  children's  friend.  Forth,  on  the  wings  of  prayer.  To  heaven's  crystal  sea. 


38  •  Sing  of  ti  Savior's  Love. 

From  Devotional  Melodies.    Words  by  Rev.  W.  RENNET. 


Arranged  for  "Fresh  Leaves." 

Chorus. 


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,    f  Oh,  come,  happy  children,  unite  in  our  song,  Sing  of  a  Savior's      love;   > 
(  With  hearts  full  of  gladness  his  praises  prolong ;  He  is  the  friend  we  love.  J 


Thenjoin  in  ho-san-nas  to 

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Jesus  our  King,  Loud  let  the  chorus  exultingly  ring ;  Sing  of  his  love,  Sing  of  his  love,  Sing  of  a  Savior's  love. 


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2  We'll  sing  of  his  mercy  who  for  us  Imth  died,  Sing  of  a  Savior's  love, 
Rejoicingly  sing  of  our  Lord  crucified;  He  is  the  friend  we  love. —  Cho. 

3  We'll  praise  him  for  coming  our  souls  to  redeem,  Sing  of  his  wondroug  love, 

Till  earth's  happy  millions  shall  join  in  our  theme,  Praising  the  friend  we  love. —  Cho. 

4  Oh,  do  you  not  hear  him  now  bidding  you  come,  Come  to  his  arms  of  love? 

Then  why  will  you  tarry  ?  for  yet  there  is  room,  Room  in  his  arms  of  love.—  Cho. 

5  Oh,  come,  then,  and  join  in  the  song  that  we  sing,  Singing  of  him  we  love; 
.lom  all  your  glad  voices  in  praise  to  our  King,  Praises  to  him  we  love. —  Ch* 


"Title  Clear."— Freedmen's  Melody.  39 

Arranged  with  Chorus  by  T.  G.  O'KANB. 


Ltvely.  Arranged  with  Chorus  by  T.  C.  O'KANB. 

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(When  I     can  read  my   ti  -  tie  clear,  When    I     can  read  my  ti  -  tie  clear,  When  I    can  read  my    ti  -  tie 

<  ti  -  tie  clear,  ti  -  tie  clear, 

(.I'll    bid    farewell  to     ev-ery  fear,  I'll      bid  farewell  to    ev  -  ery  fear,  I'll    bid   farewell   to     ev-ery 

er  -  ery  fear,  ev  -  ery  fear, 

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by,    by   and  by. 


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:  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd. 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 


3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall- 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 


4  There  1  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


40 


Consider  the  Poor. 

'  For  ye  have  the  poor  with  ye  always,  and  whensoever  ye  will  ye  can  do  them  good. 


Words  by  WM.  EDSALl. 


Specially  contributed  by  PHILIP  PHILLIPS. 


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wil-ling  your  comforts  to  share  "With  those  who  are  burdened  with  sor-row  and  care. 


Chorus. 


Repeat  pp. 


For  the  promise  is  sure,  The  promise  is  sure,  Blessed  is  he,  Blessed  is  he,  Blessed  is  he  that  consid'reth  the  poor. 


i^t-t-l^i-^^i-jti 


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Remember  the  poor,  be  kind  to  the  heart  3  Remember  the  poor,  for  hard  is  their  lot 

So  patiently  trying  to  bear  its  part;  Go,  visit,  the  humble  and  lonely  cot; 

The  widow  who  toils  by  the  embers  that  wane,  When  blest  is  your  basket,  and  prospered  your  Btore, 

While  tears  from  her  eyelids  are  falling  like  rain.     Be  grateful  to  God,  and  remember  the  poor. 


I'll  follow  Jesas. 


Words  from  The  Diadem. 


f.  C.  O'KANE. 


41 


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f  The  world  looks  very  beautiful,  And  full  of  Joy  to     me ; 


The  sun  shines  out  in  glory  bright, 


f  f  ,fr   <= 


On    every  thing  I    see.     I  know  I  shall  be 


iga^yj^-j?-j-.pd^=s^i&  I  gat;  ig  i  fr-p  ir  i[i  it;  5^ 


Choi-us. 


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2  I  'm  but  a  youthful  pilgrim  here, 

My  journey 's  just  begun  ; 
They  tell  me  I  shall  sorrow  meet 

Before  my  journey's  done. 
The  world  is  full  of  sorrow, 

And  suffering,  they  say ; 
But  I  will  follow  Jesus, 

And  follow  all  the  way. — Cho. 


3  Then  on  my  youthful  pilgrimage, 

Whatever  I  may  meet, 
1  '11  take  it— joy  and  sorrow  all, 

And  lay  at  Jesus'  feet. 
He  '11  comfort  me  in  trouble, 

He  '11  wipe  my  tears  away, 
With  joy  I '11  follow  Jesus, 

And  follow  all  the  way. — Cho. 


4  Then  trials  can  not  weigh  me  down, 

And  pain  I  need  not  fear; 
For  when  I  'm  close  by  Jesus'  side, 

Grief  can  not  come  too  near. 
Not  even  death  can  harm  me, 

When  death  I  meet  one  day; 
To  heaven  1  '11  follow  Jesus, 

And  follow  all  the  way. —  Cho. 


42 


Moderate. 


Guide  me,  0  thou  Great  JenoYau. 

JL1 


T.  C.  O'KASK. 


1.  Guide  me,    O 


thou  great  Je  -  ho-vah,  Pilgrim  thro' 

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Feed  me  till    I    want  no  more,  Feed  me  till     I  want  no  more ;  Want  no  more,  Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

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Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more, 


2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow, 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliverer,  Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 


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3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  Ride : 

Songs  of  praises,  Songs  of  praiaes 
I  will  ever  give  to  ihoe. 


Realms  of  the  Blest. 


43 


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1.  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest,  That  re-gion  so  bright  and  so  fair,  And   oft    are  its   glo-ries  con- 

2.  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin,  From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care,  From  tri-als  without  and  with- 
o.  We  speak  of  its  serv  -  ice  of  love,  The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear,  The  Church  of  the  first-born  a- 
4.0      Father! 'mid  sorrow  and  woe,  For    heaven    our  spir- its  prepare,    And  short  -  ly  we   al  -  so  shall 


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But  what    must  it 
But  what,  etc. 
But  what,  etc. 
And  feel    what   it 


be 


to      be    there? 


to      be    there. 

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Je  -  sus  bids    us  shine,  First    of     all      for  him;    Well  he  sees  and  knows  it  If    our  light  grows  dim. 

J e  -  sus  bids    us  shine,  Then,    for  all     a-round;   Ma  -  ny  kinds  of  darkuess  In     the  world  abound. 

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He  looks  down  from  heaven,  To 
Sin,  and  want,  and  sor  -  row.    So 


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44 


From  Musical  Leaves. 

First  Voice. 


Just  Jrieyond. 


Words  and  Music  by  T.  ('.  O'K.l.NE. 
Second  Voice. 


±== — =±C 


1.  Hear  you  ev  -  er 

2.  Hear  you  ev  -  er 


angels    singing,    As      a  -  round  the  throne  they  shine?  Yes,  I      of  -  ten  hear  them 
in  your  slumbers,  Songs  from  those  who  've  gone  before  ?  Oh,  how  of  -  ten       do    1 


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chant-ing,    Chanting  hymns      of    love   di-vine. 
hear  them,  Singing       on  the    oth  -  er  shore. 


Heaven's    plains      are   just    be-fore     us,    Just  be- 
Heaven's    plains,  etc. 


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yond       the  shores  of  Time;  Soon  we'll  join  the  mighty  cho-rus,    In  that   bright-er,  bet  -  ter  clime. 

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Remark 


8  Do  you  ever  feel  like  going 

To  that  land  so  bright  and  fair? 
Oh  !  how  often  would  I  gladly 
Go  and  join  the  loved  ones  there. 
Heaven's  plains,  etc. 

—The  1st,  2d,  and  3d  stanzas  should  be  sung  by  Solo  voices,  as  marked,  and  the  4th  stanza  as  a  Duel,  by  tl><*  two  voices. 


4  Let  us  cherish,  now  and  ever, 
Glowing  hopes  of  joys  to  come, 
And  when  earthly  ties  we  sever, 
Meet  in  heaven,  our  happy  home. 
Heaven's  plains,  etc. 


From  Happy  Voices. 


Stand  by  the  School. 


Rev.  A.  A.  GKALET. 


45 


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(  Let"  us  work  for  the  school  with  our  hearts  and  our  hands,  Let  it    nev  -  er,    no,     nev-er   de-cllne; 
(For     its     prais-es     are  sung  by   the  good   in     all  lauds,  That  are  blessed  with  the  Go«oel  di-vine. 

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lan-guish  and    die? 


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2  'Tis  perfumed  bj  tne  prayers,  'tis  bedewed  by  the  tears 

Of  the  holy   the  active,  the  true; 
They  rejoiced  <it  its  hopes,  and  they  mourned  at  its  fears, 
When  its  friends  were  but  feeble  and  few. 

3  Now  ttie  sunshine  of  favor  illumines  its  path, 

And  the  Church  spreads  above  it  her  wing; 


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'T  is  a  source  of  her  weal,  't  is  a  source  of  her  worth, 
And  a  gem  in  the  crown  of  her  King. 

4  There  are  thousands  now  singing  and  shining  above, 
There  are  thousands  now  toilicg  below, 
Who  were  melted  and  won  by  Imntanuel's  love, 
As  they  heard  in  the  school  of  nis  wo». 


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Keep  to  the  Right. 

From  Bradbury's  Fresh  Laurels,  by  permission  of  Biglow  and  Main. 


WM.  B.  BKADBITRY. 

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1.  March  along     togeth  -  er,      Ev  -  er  Arm  and  true,    Man-y  eyes  are  watching,  Taking  note   of    you. 


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2  Raise  on  high  your  banner, 

That  its  folds  may  fly, 
Like  the  wing  of  eagle 

Sweeping  to  the  sky. 
If  you  wish  to  conquer 

Every  foe  you  fight, 
Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 

Keep  to  the  right. 


For  tbe  Infant  Class. 


3  Of  your  heavenly  Father 

Strength  and  courage  seek; 
Swords  are  to  no  purpose, 

If  the  heart  be  weak. 
Every  arm  endowing 

With  a  warrior's  might, 
Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 

Keep  to  the  right. 

Jesus,  high  in  Glory. 


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4  Love  should  be  your  motto, 

Duty  be  your  aim  ; 
Ever  "  overcoming," 

Till  a  crown  you  claim. 
For  a  fame  undying, 

Strive  with  all  your  might 
Keep  to  the  right,  boys, 

Keep  to  the  right. 


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9      9 

1.  Je  -  sus,  high    in    glo  -  ry,  Lend  a     list'ning   ear,  When  we  bow  be-fore  thee,    In  -  fant  praises    hear. 

2.  We    are    lit-    tie  children,  Weak  and  apt  to  stray,  Savior,  guide  and  keep  us     In    the    narrow    way. 

3.  Save  us,  Lord,  from  sinning,  Watch  us  day   by   day;  Help  us   now   to  love  thee,  Take  our  sins  a-  way. 

4.  Then  when  Je-sus  calls   us   To  our  heavenly  home,  We    will  answer    gladly,      "  savior.  Lord,  we  com* 


For  the  Infant  Class. 


Jesus,  precious  Jesus. 


17 


«  SIZS #1*—  Cd — # — # — # — S — 0— c* *— # — # f^^^^J * — 0  —  -i — -J—  il   t-Ti— — i c 


1.  I       think,  when  I    read  that  sweet  sto  - ry     of     old,     When       ,Te  -  sus   was  here   a-raong    men, 

2.  I       wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head,   That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me ; 

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I — #__  *_Cj_2__£nj — j_s_r:* — 0 — m — , — 0^0— ^ — * — 3 d  ;  j — ^-^-v-* 

How  he  called  lit  -  tie  chil-dren     as  lambs  to    his   fold,     I  should  like  to  have  been  with 
That         I  might  have  seen  his  kind  looks  when  he  said,  "  Let  the  lit  -  tie  ones  come  un  - 

Cliorus. 


m^m^m^mmm 


Oh !    we    will  love  Je  -  sus, 
Oh !    we    will  love  Je  -  sus, 


Je  •  sus,    pre    -    clous  Je  -  sus ; 


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We  '11  love  him  ev  - 1 
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rrt-i^—  •— * 


3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above. 
Oh  !  we  will  love,  etc. 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  prepare, 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there — 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 
oh  '  wh  will  love,  etc 


5  But  thousands  and  thousands  who  wander  and  fall, 

Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home; 
I  should  like  them  to  know  there  is  room  for  them  all, 
And  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 
Oh  !  we  will  love,  etc. 

6  I  long  for  the  Joys  of  that  glorious  time, 

The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best, 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime 
Shall  crowd  to  his  arms  and  oe  blest. 
Oh !  we  will  love,  etc. 


48 


From  The  Diadem. 


Shall  we  Meet  no  more  to  Part? 


-0-    9  -*■'  ■♦■»«♦•  • 


1.  Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part,  When  the  dream  of  life  is  o'er?  Shall  we   mingle   as   of       old,  With  the 


nt.tL  Hi 


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loved  ones  gone  before  ?  In  that  land  of  perfect  love,  Sighs  there  not  one  aching  heart,  Can  not  death  disturb  our 

D.  S.  Can  not  death,  etc. 


Chorus.  „    „    ;/» 


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2  Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part, 

When  we  get  beyond  the  tide? 
Every  blossom  that  we  mourned, 

As  it  vanished  from  our  side  ? 
Every  young  and  tender  bud 

Stricken  down  by  death's  cold  dart, 
Shall  we  clasp  them  in  our  arms, 

Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part? 
Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part, 

Shall  we  clasp  them  in  our  arms,  etc 


3  Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part, 

With  our  blessed  Savior  there? 
With  the  saints  and  angels  too, 

In  that  world  so  bright  and  fair? 
Shall  we  dare  to  love  them  all 

With  an  overflowing  heart? 
Will  they  never  leave  our  side, 

Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part? 
Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part, 

Will  they  never  leave  us  more,  el& 


Ood  is  There. 


f-;*-*-^- 


H?-^ 


J^tE^ 


1.  When  o'er  earth  is  breaking 


Ro  -  sy    light  and  fair;    Morn  a  -far    proclaimeth 


German  Air.         49 


e^fci 


^-?- 


lfr-»-pz^ji — je_p 


Sweetly,  "Cod  is 


On  each  leaf 


1 L#_i — * j, 0 — Cce LC 

3     written,       "Nature's  God     is    there." 

?   p ? 


2  When  the  storm  is  howling 

Through  the  midnight  air, 
Fearfully  its  thunder 

Tells  us  "God  is  there." 
All  the  wide  world's  treasures, 

Rich  or  grand  or  fair, 
In  eaoh  feature  beareth 

Graven  "God  is  there." 


3  In  the  Sabbath-school  room, 
As  we  join  in  prayer, 

Every  falling  accent 
Tells  us  "God  is  there." 

Kindly,  teachers  point  us, 
With  regard  and  care, 

To  the  heavenly  mansions, 

_  Siying,  "God  is  there." 


4  Let  us  learn  those  lessons, 

Taught  us  every-where, 
And  ii  sin  assail  us, 

Think  that  "God  is  there.1 
Then  at  last  with  angels 

Ever  bright  and  fair, 
Singing  glorious  anthems. 

We  '11  see  "God  is  there." 


"  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come." 


Arr.  from  the  Scotch. 


~f  love,  or." 
Trust  not 

0~r0 0 — 0 0—T0 *— 0 r-rf 


Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace  Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace,   Or  fitness  for  the  heavenly  place,  O 

Burden'd  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou  be  blest?  Trust  not  the  world,  it  gives  no  rest;  I  bring  relief  to  hearts  oppress'd,  () 

D.  S.  is  athirst,  may  come,  And 

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j    1       '-i       1,1 


a — 0-10  ;-#— LL#— L# — 0 — 0 — 0— 10 — 0 
*     -0-  -0-.   #  .  ...... 


guilty  sinner,  come.  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  "  Come,"  Let  him  that  heareth  echo  "  Come,"  And  he  who 
weary  sinner,  come.  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride,  etc. 
he    who  will,  may  come.  >k  *  i£  D.  8. 


tfc — +f — . * — # 0-j0-^-0—rr0~j0 — #—  0 a-i*— **— •— P-ii 1 1 1 — rl 1 1 •— \* — *-rr 

The  Little  Pilgrim. 


For  the  Infant  Class. 


From  the  "  Singing  Pilgrim." 


I.I'm     a        lit  -  tie     pilgrim,  And  a     stranger  here  ;  Tho' this  world  is  pleasant,    Si  u  is  always  near. 

2.  Mine's  a     bet  -  ter    country,  Where  there  is  no  sin,    Where  the  tones  of    sor-row  Never  enter    in. 

3.  But     a  little  pilgrim  Must  have  garments  clean,  Ere  he  'd  wear  the  white  robe,  And  with  Christ  be  seen, 
sus,  hear  and   save  me,  Teach  me  to     o-bey;    Ho  -  ly     Spir  -  it,  guide  me  In  the  heavenly  way. 

a        lit  -  tie     pilgrim,  And  a     stranger  here  ;  But  my  home  in     heav-en  Cometh  ever  near. 


Jesus  loves  our  pil  grim  band ;  He  will  lead  us  by  the  hand,  Lead  us  to  the  better  land,  Happy  home  on  high. 


"Mother,  tell  me  of  the  Angels." 


H.  D.  MUN80A. 


51 


Duet. »«_,— fc S     js S_ 


1.  Mother,     tell     me 


of 


the 


an -gels,  Tell    me     of      the    joy  -  ous    band;  Tell     me     of    their 


p^ffw^b^  t 7  j  1  l^^M 


blessed  em  -  ployment  In     the    glo  -  rious  spir 

Iras 


land.   Tell     me,    mother,  where    is 


father, 


Is   *he    on  that  bliss- ful  shore,  Where  he  said  we'd  dwell  forev  -  er,  And  sad  partings  come  no  more? 
Jiorua.  s>  S     N     S     S   Len.    IT=— 


Angels,  blessed  shining  angels  Soon  will  bear  us  to  the  shore,  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  And  sad  partings  coma 

[no  more. 


9?i-j=t=i=t 


-i — i — ' — r»  .  U — u-t — r^    ^ — i — I — h — i — ^H — 
-# — #— #-n-j — W — .  Kn    "  -ft — 2 — a«  WvW-f~* 
Ht — h    f ■  *  y — ^ — V — ^~H>~ 0 — 5 — riL|*-?-^  u!  -T3- 
v     V    V 


2  I  am  weary  waiting,  mother, 

Long  ago  he  went  away, 
And  he  said  he  'd  bring  back  brother— 

O,  how  sweetly  we  would  play. 
Mother,  when  I  wake  at  morning, 

Then  I  think  dear  father 's  near ; 
But  I  wait  till  twilight 's  coming 

Still  my  father  is  not  here.— Oho. 


3  Mother,  let  us  go  and  meet  him 

O'er  the  hounding  billow's  foam; 
Yes,  I  know  that  we  shall  greet  him 

In  the  angels'  heavenly  home. 
There  we  '11  part  again,  O,  never! 

But  with  joy  no  tongue  can  tell, 
We  shall  live  together  ever. 

Where  angelic  spirits  dwell  —Oho. 


52 


Words  by  MARY  E.  8TAINBURX. 


So  do  I. 


Cho7tts. 


,    (The    Sunday-school  is    my    de-light,      O   let      us    has  -  ten  there;   ) 
\  'T  is  there  we  learn  the  way  that 's  right,  And  hear  the  voice  of  prayer.  J 


*r-te 


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I    love  the  Sunday-school, 


Ir^r— I 


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P=c? 


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L  'LygTu — "      i      i— Tl~.  :U  *?*      F  >  Ht-f*->-4: 


GlKLS. 


Boys. 


All. 


Sn 1 — i K K-i — K K 1 — ■ 1 r K K~i — i < 

I  love     the  Sun  -  day-school.  So       do       I ;     So       do        I:    We    all    love    the  Sun -da: 


9  rstt 


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I ;     So       do        I;    We    all    love    the  Sun  -day-schooi! 


5 E EEE 


1 


2  When  Spring,  with  many  an  op'ning  flower 

And  blossom,  decks  the  ground, 
When  Summer's  sun  and  gentle  shower 
Spread  beauty  all  around: 

3  And  when  the  cold  and  chilly  blast 

Shall  steal  away  the  flowers, 


When  Winter's  snow  is  falling  fast, 
This  joy  shall  still  be  ours. 

4  Yes,  if  the  sweetest  flowers  abound, 
Or  earth  is  clothed  in  snow, 
In  Sunday-school  we  will  be  found, 
For  there  we  love  to  go. 


For  the  Infant  Class. 


Little  Things. 


fend: 


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33—0 — 0—m- 


-0-10- .  -0— l* — -d— 0-y -0 -1J-;  -j 
-#•    -0-        "*•■*■.-» 


From  the  German. 


0 0 0*7  «— Cg W—0-0-0]-X0—i  -0 L 


1.  Lit-tle  drops  of  wa  -  ter,    Lit  -  tie  grains  of  sand,    Make  the  mighty  o 


2  And  the  little  moments. 
Humble  though  they  be, 
Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 


3  Little  deeds  of  kindness, 
Little  words  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heaven  above. 


cean  And  the  beauteous  land. 

4  Little  deeds  of  mercy, 

Sown  by  youthful  hands, 
Grow  to  bless  the  nations 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 


Will  you  Uo? 

N 1         S       N       S 


Arranged  for  "fresh  Leaves." 


03 


To  the  highlands  of    hea-ven,) 
J,  Where  the~stbrms  never  blow,  And  the  long  summer 's  giv-en,j  Where  no  sin    nor  dis-may.  Neither 

Nor  be  feared  for    the    morrow  f 

t.     +■ 


1*— Li 9 — V— L- 


For  tbe  Infant  Class. 


2  There  the  rivers  of  joy 

O'er  the  bright  plains  are  flowing ; 
And  oar  bliss  ne'er  shs.ll  cloy ! 

To  that  land  we  are  going. 
Will  you  go,  sinner,  go, 

And  the  world  leave  behind  you, 
Since  its  pleasures,  you  know, 

Have  but  dazzled  to  blind  you  ? 


The  Good  Shepherd. 


3  Will  you  go  to  that  land  Lyou? 

Where  your  friends  wait  to  greet 
There  a  beautiful  band 

Join  with  us  to  entreat  you ; 
They  are  waiting  above, 

Waiting,  happy  to  hail  you, 
In  those  regions  above, 

Where  no  ill  can  assail  you. 


German  Melody. 


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m 


1.  Je  -  sua  says  that  we   must  love  liim,  Help  -  less    aa     the  lambs      are  we, 

2.  Gen-tle  Shep-herd,  deign  to  watch  us,  Guard  us   both    by  night     and  day; 

3.  We  are    al  -  ways  proue  to  wan  -  der,  Grant  to  keep    us  from      each  snare; 
Chorus. 


K    I,  j    I 


-&- 

But     he    vt-r  -  y     kind  -  ly   tells     us 
Pit  -   y    show  to       lit  -  tie  chil-drcn. 
Teach  our  in-fant  hearts  t<i  praise  thee 
Repeat  softly. 


:«5Zl 


**&=*- 


-^-t^ 


>-- 


se 


i'hat  our  shephrd  lie    will    be. 
Who  like  lambs  too  oft-en  stray. 
For  thy  kinam»js  and  thy  care. 


Je  ■ 
Ja 

Jo 


sus  our  Sav-ior  and  gen  • 
sus  our  Sav-ior,  etc. 
sua  our  Sav-ior,  etc. 


tie  snepnerd,  Help  us  to    fol-low  thet  i>»  -  ery  day. 


T.  C.  O'KAtfE. 


54  "  If  we  Knew."    Solo  or  Quartet.* 

Words  by  Mrs.  K.  H.  GATES,  author  of  "Your  Mission." 


,    f  If  we  knew  when  walking  thoughtless  Thro'  the  crowded,  noisy     way, 
\  That  some  pearl  of  wondrous  whiteness      ........ 


Close  beside  our  pathway 

4   •*■ 


lay, 


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^ V — L*  * ■     *      — U- * •«  ; -* -# '    <    .     * -* ' g     *     I » S 1 ! 

We  would  pause,  when  now  we  hasten,     We  would   oft-en      look   a  -  round,    Lest  our  careless  feel 

.  .  ...  f-    *    ■*■        ■$-         ,  .  ,  ,  .  ■#-•(-  I2*  .  .  £    *   £       . 


If  we  knew  when  friends  around  us, 

Closely  press  to  say,  "  Good-by," 
Which  among  the  lips  that  kiss  us, 

First  should  'ueath  the  daisies  lie  ; 
We  would  throw  our  arms  around  them, 

Looking  on  them  through  our  tears ; 
Tender  words  of  love  eternal 

We  would  whisper  in  their  ears. 


2  If  we  knew  when  genius  struggled 

Through  the  weary  nights  and  days, 
Sighing  for  some  word  of  comfort, 

Little  word  of  hope  and  praise ; 
Boughs  of  balm  and  leaves  of  laurel 

We  would  place  within  their  hands, 
Little  deeds  with  pleasant  meanings, 

Hungry  hearts  can  understand. 


4  If  we  knew  !  alas,  and  do  we 

Ever  care  or  seek  to  know, 
Whether  bitter  herbs  or  roses, 

In  our  neighbor's  garden  grow? 
Better  far  along  life's  pathway, 

Keep  this  "  golden  rule  "  in  view 
"  You  should  always  care  for  others. 

As  you  'd  have  them  care  J  or  you." 


♦Published  by  J.  L.  Peters,  New  York,  ap  a  Solo,  with  Piano  accompaniment. 


For  the  Infant  Class. 


Dear  Jesus,  hear  me.  55 

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1.  Je  -  sus,    Sa-vior,  pit  -   y    me,  Hear  me  when  I     cry 

I  've  a     ver  -  y  wick  -  ed  heart. 
Chorus. 


to    thee ; 


Full    of    sin    In      ev  -  ery  part. 


Dear    Jes  •  us,  hea.    "**t ;  Dear   Je  -  sus,   hear  me;  Dear  Je  -  sus,  hear  me ;  Oh,     lis  -  ten     to      my  prayer/ 


2  I  can  never  make  it  good ; 
Wilt  thou  wash  me  in  thy  blood? 
Jesus,  Savior,  pity  me, 
Hear  me  when  I  pray  to  thee. 


Maestoso. 


3  When  I  try  to  do  thy  will, 
Sin  is  in  my  bosom  still, 
And  I  soon  do  something  bad ; 
Then  my  heart  is  dark  and  sad. 


America. 

-4 


-National  Hymn. 


4  Now  I  come  to  thee  for  aid, 
All  my  hope  on  thee  is  stayed  ; 
Thou  hast  bled  and  died  for  me, 
I  will  give  myself  to  thee. 


Words  by  8.  P.  SMITH. 


My     coun-try,  'tis    of  thee,  Sweet  land  of  liber-ty.   Of  thee  I  sing ;  Land  where  my  fathers  died,  Land  of  the 
My  native  country !  thee,  Land  of  the  noble  free,  Thy  name  I  love ;  I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills,  Thy  woods  and 


l^gpi^i 


pilgrim's  pride.  From  ev'ry  mountain  side   Let    freedom  ring, 
templed  hills;  My  heart  with  rapture  thrills,  Like  that  a-bove. 


S3 


~w  -  • 


m 


3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song ; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break. 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright, 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might. 

Great  God,  our  King. 


56 


Words  by  MABY  B.  C.  BLADE. 


Our  Sabbath  Home. 

PHILIP  PHILLIPS. 


From  The  Singing  Pilgrim. 


love  the  sun  -  ny    days  of  spring,  With  ear  -  ly   buds  and  birds  and  flowers,  But  most  we  love  when 
love   to  learn  all  through  the  week.  The  things  that  make  us  good  and  wise,    But  most  we  love  those 


Sun  -  day  brings  Of     Sab  -  bath-school  the    hap  -  py  hours.  Sweet  Sun-day-school,  our    Sab  -  bath  home, 
truths  to    seek     That  light  our    pathway      to      the  skies.  Sweet  Sun-day-school,  etc. 


Sabbath  home,  "Home,  sweet  home;"  Dear  Sunday-school,  our  "Home,  sweet  home,"  Our  beautiful  Sabbath 

•f-       ■#-.■#-       -0-      f?\ ■#-_ Jj»       ■#-  ■#-  m     ■  <0-      #.       #•       •#-  * 


home. 


3  We  love  the  stories  of  the  brave, 

The  noble  men  who  earth  have  trod, 
But  more  to  hear  of  Him  who  gave 
His  life  to  bring  us  up  to  God. — Cho. 


4  We  may  not  climb  fair  Olivet, 

Nor  roam  the  pleasant  Jordan  near, 
But  he  who  there  the  children  met. 
Will  surely  come  to  meet  us  here. — CAo. 


ALLEGRO. 


Stand  up  for  the  Truth. 


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Stand  firm,  tho'  corn-pan  -  ions 
Stand  firni,  and  when  this    life 


yield 
hea 


sin  ; 
win. 


2  Stand  up  for  the  truth  without  falter, 

Though  pathways  of  sin  may  look  bright, 
Yet  sooner  or  later  they  '11  plunge  you 

In  misery,  "darkness  and  night;  " 
Stand  firm,  though  the  tempter  revile  you ; 

Stand  firm,  like  the  oak  in  the  wood; 
No  matter  what  ill  may  beguile  you, 

Stand  uu  for  the  true  and  the  good. 


-  ing    to      er  -  ror  and 
ven  -  ly   crown  you  will 

^    h 


3  Stand  up  for  the  truth  !  be  in  earnest, 

Whatever  you  say  or  you  do, 
For  this  is  the  noblest  of  lessons 

The  Bible  is  teaching  to  you. 
Stand  firm  all  your  days,  for  hereafter 

Oh,  sweet  are  the  joys  you  will  share 
Stand  firm,  and  your  heavenly  Father 

Will  keep  you  forever  in  care. 


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The  Harp  of  Gold. 


From  •'  Golden  Lours." 


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1.  The  chil-dren    dear     who    love    to      pray,  And    read    the     Bi    -    ble,     too, 

2.  The  sun     that    lights  the    world  shall  fade.  The  stars    shall    pass       a    -   way, 

3.  Look  up,    then,  chil  -  drtn,    see    that  star  Which  shines  so  bright-ly      there, 

m       m   *  m       m         ■*■+-•■*•■*-  »■»-.»  *• 


Shall 

But 

But 


rise     a  -  bove        the 
chil-dren,    alt  im- 

you    shall  bright  -  er 


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sky  one  day,  And  sing  as  an  -  gels  do. 
mor-tal  made,  Shall  wit  -  nesa  their  de  -  cay. 
shine  by  far,     When  in    that  world   so     fair. 

■  .  •*•  *-    •*•     d 


P*-f  ;g  f-fcjM  r  i  I  J.  lr-tE3E 


thai  world 
vior      here 
you    each 


1.  Shall      live      in  heaven,  that     world   a  -  hove.  Shall    live    in  heaven,  that 

2.  They     who  their  Sav  -  ior         here     a  -  dore.  They    who  their  Sav  -  ior 

3.  A  harp    of     gold    you       each  shall  have,  A         harp    of   gold    you 


love, 
more, 
save. 


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^— L© 

I 
iov       and      peace      and    love,  Where  all      is       joy       and    peace  and   love. 
Wm         adore'ShaU         liVe    with  him        for         ev     -     er  -  more,  Shall  live  with  him      for       ev-er-more. 
each     eball"  &  And         Bin|    The   po«xn-     of       Christ        to      save,'  And    sing    the  power    of     Christ  to     save. 


Beautiful  World. 


T.  C.  O'KANE. 


59 


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0 — L#— s— # ' # — j — 0 — i- 


There  is 
There  is 


beau  -  ti  -  ful  world, 
beau-ti  -  ful  world, 


Where  saints  and  an  -  gels  sing, 
Where  sor-rows  nev  -  er    come ; 


A  world  where  peace  and 
A  world  whe,re  tears  shall 


Chorus 

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pleas  -  ure  reign,    And  heavenly  prais-es    ring. 
nev    -    er    fall,      In   sigh  -  ing   for    our  home. 


We  '11  be 
We  '11  be 


there,  we'll  be  there,  Palms  of  vic-t'ry, 
there,  etc. 


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Ve    shall  wear,    we    shall  wear,  In    that  beau  -  ti  -  ful  world    on    high. 

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H /  1 L1 * ' Lr-j H H 1 H '    '    -  J LI- 


ifePl 


3  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
Unseen  to  mortal  sight; 
And  darkness  never  enters  there. 
For  God  is  e'er  its  light      ^ 
We  11  be  there  etc 


4  There  is  a  beautiful  world 
Of  harmony  and  love  ; 
Oh,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 
And  dwell  with  God  above  I 
We  '11  be  there,  etc. 


Both  Sides  the  hirer. 


Specially  conlrlbuted  by  PHILIP  PHILLIPS 


change-ful  scene,  Yon-der    is    the  Christian's  home.  Just  beyond  the  roll  -  ing    tide,  An-gels  watch    us 
dark  -  ness  lower,  While  a  rug  -  ged  path  we  tread.     There  no  cruel  thorns  are  found.  Doubt  and  tear  and 


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on  the    shore,  Where  the    pearl 

storms   are     o'er,    There    the   fruits 


■  y 

of 


wa 

joy 


ters    glide, 
a  -  bound, 


■* — : i — ji — •-t — * — r^1* 

And     the     wea    -    ry  thirst    no    niore. 
We     shall    hun  -  ger  tliere    no    more. 


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m 


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m 


m 


3  Here  we  breathe  the  sultry  air 

Of  a  lonely  desert  plain  ; 
Trials  here  the  heart  must  bear, 

Worn  by  sickness,  racked  with  pain. 
There  the  waves  of  deatli  are  passed, 

Tliere,  among  the  pure  and  blest, 
Safely  anchored  home  at  last, 

There  our  wuudermg  feet  shall  rest. 


4  Here  our  fondest  hopes  are  brief, 

Kindred  ties  are  broken  here ; 
Morning  brings  a  night  of  grief, 

Joy  is  mingled  with  a  tear. 
There  shall  faith  be  lost  in  sight, 

There  a  long  eternal  day. 
Christ  the  Lamb  shall  b*'  the  Ligut, 

He  will  wipe  our  tears  away 


Father,  take  my  Hand. 


e.  d.  hunson. 


Gl 


nmm^m^^m 


1.  The  way  is  dark,  my  Father!  cloud  on  cloud  Is    |  gathering  thickly  o'er  my  head,  and) 

loud  The  thunders    ...       -jroar  a-bove  me. 

2.  The  day  goes  fast,  my  Father!    and  my  soul   Is    |  drawing  darkly  down,  My  faithless) 

-  -J  ghostly  visions. 


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sight  sees 


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See,  I  stand  like  one  bewildered,  |  Father !  take  my  hand,  And  thro'  the  gloom  Lead  safely  home  Thy  child. 

Fears,  a  spectral  band,  encompass  me,  O  |  Father!  take  my  hand,  And  from  the  night  Lead  up  to  light,  Thy  child. 


is 


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8  The  path  is  rough,  my  Father !    Many  a  thorn 
Has  |  pierced  me ;  and  my  weary  feet,  all  torn 
And  bleeding,  |  mark  the  |  way.  |  Yet  thy  command 
Bids  me  press  forward.  |  Father !  take  my  hand. 
Then,  safe  and  blest, 
Lead  up  to  rest 
Thy  child. 


4  The  cross  is  heavy,  Father !    I  have  borne 
It  |  long,  and  still  do  bear  it.    Let  my  worn 
And  fainting  I  spirit  |  rise  |  to  that  blest  land 
Where  crowns  are  given.  |  Father !  take  my  hand, 
And  reaching  down. 
Lead  to  the  crown, 
Thy  child. 


68 


We  shall  Know  each  other  There. 


T.  C.  Ofc.VXK. 


- 3 — *  — * — SM-* J-c^— — g— LJ — S 


1.  When  we  hear  the  tnu- sic   ring 
When  sweet  angel  voic  -  es    sing 


ing,  In 
iPg, 


I-i*— ^# 

the  bright  celes-tial  dorue, 


Gladly  bid  us  wel-come  home, 


5^1?    ?    P 


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To    the  land  of   ancient  sto  -  ry,  Where  the  spirit  knows  no  care. 
In   that  land  of  light  and  glo  -  ry, 


We  shall  know  each  other  there. 


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u?— r-trp-r 


V    ¥    V    V 


tnr 


2  When  the  holy  angels  meet  us, 

As  we  go  to  join  their  band, 
We  shall  know  the  friends  that  greet  us 

In  the  glorious  spirit  land ; 
We  shall  see  the  same  eyes  shining 

On  us,  as  in  days  of  yore ; 
We  shall  feel  their  dear  arms  twining 

Fondly  round  us  as  before. 


•  there. 

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each    oth-er,  We  shall  kuow  each    oth-er,  We  shall  know  each     oth-er, 

•&■   -0- 

(»-* T— *- m-p  f  .,fg  w t — P-p-P-*  ,0  7i 


We  shall  know  each  other  there. 


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— £*t 


We  shall  know  each  other  there. 


3  Oh,  ye  weary,  sad,  and  tossed  ones, 

Droop  not,  faint  not  by  the  way  ; 
Ye  shall  join  the  loved  and  lost  ones 

In  the  land  of  perfect  day ! 
Harp-strings  touched  by  angel  fingers, 

Murmur  in  my  raptured  ear; 
Evermore  their  sweet  son"  lingers 

"  We  shall  know  each  other  thera.' 


Wtrrts  by  Tl'LLf. 
Semi-  Chorus. 


Welcome  Home. 

"  Are  they  not  all  ministering  spirits?  " 

S 


63 


1.  Iii    yon-der  world  of    glo    -    ry, 
A    host     of   shin-ing    an    -    gels 

»        m        m        »       ■*■      —-*■       m 


P^^^Hp^^^lf 


With-in     its    mansions  fair. 


##.-#. 


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s 


^=c 


tp: 


Will    greet  our     en-trance  there. 

./*JS  &+  *  j  ^ 


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^2_i._cr c — j=«_x c *-*-c*=# *-*• F* 

With    song  they  'II  bid  us  welcome  home,  With  song  they  '11  bid  us  welcome  home,  All  heav'n  will  ring,  As  tb. 


As  the     an-gels  sing. 


CODA    AD  LIB. 


i ^—l*  -0-0-9. — j #— H —  j     -I-    -.j— 

i — j_  .1 *  '|    r»Kj  r  g^ 

And  bid  us    welcome  home;  Welcome  home  I 


■*-*— 


:7- 


H& 


_^4?Tg^^-g=j-=[rE==far>^i-ja=y fe 


Welcome  home! 

Welcome  homel 


I  J" 


2  But  ere  we  reach  its  portals, 

Its  untold  glories  see, 
They    wing    their    night    from 
heaven, 
To  hear  us  company. 
"With  song,  etc. 

3  Our  Father  kindly  sends  them, 

Amid  earth's  countless  snares 
"To  minister  unceasing, 
For  all  salvation 's  Leira.' ' 
With  song,  etc. 


4  Tney  watch  around  our  footsteps 
Whatever  may  betide : 
In  all  our  care  and  sorrow, 
They  're  nver  at  our  side. 


5  And  when  we  've  passed  the  valley 
And  shadow  of  the  tomb. 
They  '11  strike  their  harps  celestial. 
And  bid  us  "  Welcome  limne  '  " 


64 


•Of,fUi.. 


Love's  Redeeming  Story. 

1st  End. 


HOHMA.V 


mh^—i^1 


2d  End. 


D.  C. 


B  -ff  * 1— h^_«— h ? *-s-  -• — S — « 4--d Hr-s  'J  .-€ — J 1 1 rr  I-* — *— e — *~H— * — < — H FF 


,    f  Happy  angels  still  yon  dwell  In  yon  land  of  glory 

-I*      "l      A    rifl     in     !/MrAiio    nn  fliAVM  a    enfoll  T  .( 


\  And  in  joyous  anthems  swell 
D.  C.  Still  your  song  isjusl  the  same, 


Love's  redeeming  story 
.    Glo-ry,  glo-ry,  glo-ry  ! 


/Shining  multitudes!  ye  came 
.  t  Our  Redeemer  to  proclaim, 


si^gm 


f.'iPT  r ~pk?  g-iL  g-f  fir -p  i 

tffa r.l    I    r  14- — g ?fy— fr  r-  rte-pz! 
-iT-tr-r-rcrJ:-5:=n-r-t-tr-i — r 


2  Angels  sing  again  with  man, 
Swell  our  strain  of  glory, 
Shout  with  us  the  wondrous  plan, 

Love's  redeeming  story. 
Soon  our  stay  on  earth  shall  fail, 
Soon  shall  drop  the  mortal  vail, 
Then  in  song  and  voice  we  '11  hail, 
Glory,  glory,  glory ! 


3  Christ  our  Lord,  the  theme,  the  song- 
Then  no  more  the  stranger, 
Welcomed  by  the  shining  throng, 

In  the  lowly  manger. 
Robed  in  peerless  majesty. 
Soon  our  eyes  shall  also  see, 
Then  we '11  sing,  "'T is  He,  'tis  He!" 
Glory,  glory,  glory ! 


Fur  the  Infant  Class. 


T.  C.  O'KANE. 


Christmas  Song. 


H.  G.  NAGELLI. 


O'er  their  flocks  were  watching,  On 
Lo !       I     come     to     bring  you,  All 


Ju  -  de 
ye    sons 


When  there  came 

from  hea  - 

ven  God's  own 

*?or       you,        in 

a    man  - 

ger,  This     day 

Chen  a  host  of  angels 
3ame  and  joined  in  chorus, 

"  Glory  be  to  God, 
31ory  in  the  highest, 
Peace  on  earth  forever, 

And  good  will  to  mau." 


shin  -  ing    an 
is  a    Sav 


4  Hail !  then,  blessed  Jesus, 
Christ,  the  Great  Anointed, 
Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 
Send  the  joyful  tidings 
Unto  every  nation — 
Men  and  angels  stng. 


gel, 
ior 


■+      +      -w    - 

Sing  -  ing     joy  -  ful  strai 


Sin£ 
Born 


joy 
Beth 


ful  strains, 
le  -  hem." 


5  On  this  blessed  morning 
Worship  we  our  Savior, 

And  adoring  cry, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest, 
Glory,  glory,  glory 

Be  to  God  most  high." 


Words  by  MINNIE  WATERS 

Solo. 


0  say,  shall  We  meet  You  all  There? 

S.  J.  VAIL. 


61 


From  Musical  Leaves. 


^1 


3=1: 


d »-T-^^—  «- 


1.  Where    do    you    jour  -  ney,  my    broth    -    er,  O,    where 

2.  What      is    your   mis  -  sion,  my    broth    -    er,  What       is 

3.  O,  yes!   you  will  meet     us,    my    broth    -    er,  God  help - 


you  jour  -  ney,  I 
your  mis  -  sion  be 
our    weak-ness  and 


prav  ? 
low? 
sin: 


Where  do  you  jour  -  ney,  my 
What  is  your  mis  -  sion,  my 
Bear  -  ing    the  cross,    we.  my 

Duet. 


sis 
sis 
sis 


ter? 
ter, 
ter, 


For  storm  -  y  and  dark  is  the 
As  jour -ney- ing  on  -  ward  you 
The   crown  will   en   -  dea  -  vor      to 


way. 

go? 

win. 


*r*-3-- 


*  ; — •— Rg-T— 3 — V 


t 

We  're   jour  -  ney-ing      on  -  ward   to  Ca  -  naau,  Through  sufferings,  and  trl  -  als,     and  care, 

Our        mis- sion    is       prac  -  tic  -  ing  mer   -   cy,     Sweet    char-   i  -   ty,      pa  -  tience,  and  love, 

We  '11  walk  through  the  vale  and  the  shad  -  ow,    Through  sufTrings,  and  tri  -  als,      and  care, 


*3 


=S=q: 


3=*=PT 


*—+ 


And  when  we  get 
And  following  the 
And  when   you  get 

Cfiorus. 
r 


safe  -  ly     to 

glo 

■    ry, 

foot -steps  of 

Je    ■ 

sus, 

safe  -  ly     to 

glo 

•    ry, 

O  say,  shall  we  meet  yon  all 
That  lead  to  the  mansions  a 
You  '11  meet,  yes,  you  '11  meet  us    all 


there  ? 
bove. 
there ! 


lorus.  K  K  K  K 

"  *    9    — 

I  there  ?  And  when  we  get  safely  to  glory,  0  st 


9  ^    9 

•  Bay,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there?  0  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there?  And  when  we  get  safely  to  glory,  Osay,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there? 


gWU  U'4* 


9     9  9 


60 


Words  by  Mrs.  KATR  M.  REASOXER. 


Waiting  at  the  Door. 

4—1 


From  "  Golden  Hours. " 


1.  I       am  waiting  for  the  Master,  Who  will  rise  and  bid  me  come  To  the  glo  -  ry     of   his  presence.  To  the 

2.  Many  a  weary  path  I  've  traveled  In  the  darkest  storm  and  strife,  Bearing  many  a  heavy  burden,     Often 

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3  Many  friends  that  traveled  with  me 

Reached  that  portal  long  ago  ; 
One  by  one  they  left  me  battling 
With  the  dark  and  crafty  foe. 
But  they  're  watching,  etc. 

4  Tex,  their  pilgrimage  was  nhorter, 

And  their  triumphs  sooner  won; 
O,  how  lovingly  they  HI  greet  me 
When  the  toils  of  life  are  done. 
For  they  're  watching,  etc. 


A  O,  how  soon  shall  I  be  with  them. 

And  shall  join  their  glorious  throng; 
There  to  mingle  in  their  worship, 
And  to  swell  their  mighty  song. 
Yes,  they  're  watching,  etc. 
6  Yet,  O  Lord,  I  wait  thy  pleasure. 
For  thy  time  and  ways  are  best: 
Hear  me,  Lord,  for  I  am  weary, 
O,  my  Father,  bid  me  rest. 
1'hey  are  watching,  etc. 


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Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight ; 
On  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 
On,  right  onward  for  the  right ! 


4  On  !  let  all  the  soul  within  you 
For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad ; 
Strike !  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 
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2  "  Remember  thy  Creator," 
He  calls  in  tones  of  love, 
And  offers  deathless  glories 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


And  when  life's  storm  is  over, 
And  thou  from  earth  art  free. 

Thy  God  will  be  thy  portion 
Throughout  eternity. 


From  Singing  Pilgrim.  Do  the  Riffllt.  Philiu  Phillips. 

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3  Slinpie  rule,  and  safest  guiding. 
Inward  peace,  and  inward  might, 
Star  upon  our  path  abiding, 
"Trust  in  God,  and  do  the  right," 
'  >o  the  right,  etc. 


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4  Some  will  hate  thee,  some  will  love  thee, 
Some  will  flatter,  some  will  slight; 
Cease  from  man,  and  look  above  thee, 
"  Trust  in  God,  and  do  the  right." 
Do  the  right,  etc. 


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To  the  Savior  'tis  their  due; 

Let  .ts  grateful  notes  ascend  to  him  again ; 
Jo.n  with  angels  in  their  song, 
And  thf  heavenly  strain  prolong, 

Glorj  be  to  God,  good-will  and  peace  to  men.—  Cho. 


3  Soon  around  that  throne  may  we 
With  those  happy  angels  he, 

Striking  harps  to  strains  that  never  more  buall  cease ; 
Mingling  love  with  loftiest  praise, 
Still  the  chorus  there  we  Ml  hum : 

Glory  be  to  God,  to  man  he  peace  ami  >nve.—  Cho. 


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2  With  the  heralds  of  tl>o  Gospel, 

If  we  can  not  bear  a  part, 
We  can  drop  a  word  of  kindness 

That  may  reach  some  careless  heart. 
We  may  touch  a  chord  of  feeling 

Guilt  and  sin  have  hilled  to  sleep; 
To  the  blessed  fold  of  Jesus 

We  may  bring  some  wand'ring  sheep. 


4  If,  among  the  older  people. 

We  may  not  be  apt  to  teach, 
"Feed  my  lambs,"  said  Christ  our  Shepherd, 

Place  the  food  within  their  reach, 
And  it  may  be  that  the  children 

You  have  led  with  trembling  hand. 
Will  be  found  among  your  jewels. 

When  you  reach  the  better  laud. 


4  These  are  precious,  golden  moments. 

Kindly  lent  uh  to  improve; 
Art-  we  faithful  to  our  calling, 

Eiimest  in  our  work  of  love — 
Ever  at  our  post  of  duty 

Wheresoe'er  our  call  may  be? 
Let  our  lamps  be  trimim-d  and  burning. 

And  the  world  their  tilory  see 


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The  Dearest  Name. 


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O,  guide  us  day  by  day ! 
Our  life  is  but  a  fleeting  dream, 
And  it  soon  will  pass  away. 


With  joy  we  wake  our  choral  lay, 
And  lift  our  hearts  in  love; 

We  soon  shall  join  a  nobler  strain, 
With  angel  choirs  above.— chorwt. 


Gome  join  our  Band. 


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In  the  angelic  choir.— Chorus. 


4  Our  teachers  kind  point  out  the  way, 
And  guide  our  feet  aright, 
To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
Where  Jesus  is  the  light — Chorus 


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'T  is  an  hour  of  happy  meeting, 
But  the  time  is  short  and  fleeting. 
When  we  meet  for  praise  and  prayer; 
Let  us,  then,  De  early  there, 
On  this  morning,  bright  and  fair. 


3  Oh,  then,  come  away,  On  this  holy  day; 
Children,  haste,  the  bells  are  ringing. 
Thousands  now  are  joined  in  singing ; 
Let  us  swell  the  mighty  song 
Of  the  joyous,  happy  throng, 
And  the  cheerful  strains  prolong. 


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So  we  never,  never  need  to  fear;  Lo,  tbe  glitt'ring  domes  of  heaven  appear ! 

Tlio'  1  lie  tempest*  rage,  there  is  naught  can  overwhelm      See !  along  the  shore  angels  and  our  loved  ones  stand  : 
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A"d  our  standard  floating  proudly  high, 
'Tis  the  blood-stained  banner  of  King  Immanuel; 
We  will  sail  beneath  it — "  live  or  die." 


5  Are  you  on  the  deep?  In  the  sinners  bark  so  frail? 
You  will  perish— leave  without  delay- 
Come  on  board  with  us,  and  at  once  for  glory  sail, 
And  be  saved  while  you  are  called  to-day. 


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And  the  song  of  salvation  shall  sing, 
And  the  infant  of  days  strike  its  harp  in  the  praise 
Of  Immauuel,  its  Savior  and  King. 


3  Then  be  it  your  care  for  that  world  to  prepare ; 
Bear  the  cross  that  the  crown  may  be  yours ; 
Never  tire  in  the  road  that  leads  upward  to  Uod. 
For  the  crown  is  for  him  that  endures 


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Send  thy  holy  spirit  down ; 
May  we  all,  our  sins  confessing, 
Thee  our  Lord  and  Savior  own. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear  us  now  before  thy  throne. 


3  O  that  we,  to  whom  't  is  given 

Here  to  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 
May  around  thy  throne  in  heaven 
Meet,  and  none  be  missing  there. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear,  oh  hear,  our  earnest  prayer. 


SECOND  HYMN   TO   "SAVIOR,  HEAR    VS. 


1  Savior,  at  thy  footstool  bending, 

We,  a  youthful  band,  appear  : 
May  our  grateful  songs,  ascending, 
Reach  and  please  thy  gracious  ear ; 

Thus  to  praise  thee, 
Make  and  keep  our  hearts  sincere. 

2  No  harsh  words  of  indignation 

Drive  this  little  flock  from  thee ; 
Gentle  is  thy  invitation, 


"  Suffer  them  to  come  to  me." 

Dearest  Savior, 
Let  us  each  thy  kingdom  see. 

8  Take  us,  then,  thou  kind  Protector, 
Keep  us  by  thy  watchful  care ; 
Be  our  Shepherd,  Friend,  Director, 
In  thy  arms  of  mercy  bear ; 

Guide  to  glory, 
We  shall  dwell  in  safety  there. 


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2  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
Other  men's  failures  can  never  save  you ; 
Stand  by  your  conscience,  your  honor,  your  faith ; 
Stand  like  a  hero,  and  battle  till  death. 

S  Dare  to  do  right!  dare  to  be  true ! 
God,  who  created  you,  cares  for  you  too ; 
Treasures  the  tears  that  his  striving  ones  shed, 
Counts  and  protects  every  hair  of  your  head. 


4  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
Keep  the  great  judgment-seat  always  in  view ; 
Look  at  your  work  as  you  '11  look  at  it  then- 
Scanned  by  Jehovah,  and  angels,  and  men. 

6  Dare  to  do  right !  dare  to  be  true ! 
Jesus,  your  Savior,  will  carry  you  through; 
City,  and  mansion,  and  throne  all  in  sight, 
Can  you  not  dare  to  be  true  and  do  right? 


Words  by  Miss  ANNIE  E.  HOWE. 


We  shall  Meet  again. 


From  Musi  ml  Leaven. 


79 


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2  We  shall  meet  who  've  long  been  parted. 
We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet ; 
All  the  sad  and  weary  hearted, 

We  shall  meet  again. 
There  no  gloomy  cloud  of  sorrow 
shall  disturb  the  bright  to-morrow, 
But  sweet  peace  we  e'er  shall  borrow 
We  shall  meet  again. 


3  Little  children  in  white  raiment, 
We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet; 
On  that  shining,  golden  pavement, 

We  shall  meet  again. 
No  rude  hand  there  us  shall  sever. 
There  we'll  dwell  and  sisg  rorever, 
By  that  crystal,  flowing  river. 
We  shall  meet  again. 


Oh,  how  I  Lore  Jesus! 


1.  How  sweet   the    name      of     Je    -    sus  sounds,  In        a  be  -  liev  -  er's      ear; 

2.  It     makes    the  wound  -  ed    spir    -     it  whole,     And  calms    the     troub-led  breast; 

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man  -  na     to      the    hun  -  gry  soul,      And  to  the  wea  -  ry  rest. 


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8  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build — 
My  shield  and  hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  treasure  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 
Oh,  how  I  love,  etc. 


4  I  would  thy  boundless  love  proclaim, 
With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath; 
So  shall  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 
Oh,  how  I  love.  etc. 


Chorus.    Spirited. 


Millennial  Glory. 


81 


1.  Re  -  joice,     re-joice,  the  promised  time  is  com-ing,  Re  -  *oice,   re-joice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign  ; 
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2  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign; 
From  Zion  shall  the  law  go  forth, 
And  all  shall  hear,  from  south  to  north ; 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  etc. ; 
And  truth  shall  sit  on  every  hill, 
And  blessings  flow  in  every  rilt, 
And  praise  shall  every  heaft  employ, 
And  every  voice  shall  shout  with  joy ; 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  etc. 
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3  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign  ; 
And  lambs  shall  with  the  leopard  play, 
For  naught  shall  harm  in  Zion's  way : 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  etc. 
The  sword  and  spear,  of  needless  worth, 
Shall  prune  the  tree  and  plow  the  earth, 
And  peace  shall  smile  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  nations  learn  to  war  no  more; 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  etc. 


82 


We  shall  Sleep,  but  not  Forever. 


Words  by  MKS.  M.  A.  KIDDEU. 


8.  J.  TAIL.    From  Magical  Leaves. 


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No  vail  to  hide  the  past, 
And  as  we  trace  our  weary  way, 
Counting  each  lost  and  misspent  day 
Sadly  we  find  at  last — 
Nothing  but  leaves,  etc. 


4  Ah !  who  shall  thus  the  Master  meet, 
Bearing  but  withered  leaves? 
Ah  !  who  shall  at  the  Savior's  feet, 
Before  the  awful  judgment  seat 
Lay  down  for  golden  sheaves- 
Nothing  but  leaves,  etc. 


84 


From  the  Singing  Pilgrim. 


>Tis  not  for  Man  to  Trifle. 


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1  'T  is  not  for  man  to  trifle !  Life  is  brief  and  |  sin  is  I  here. 
Our  age  is  but  the  falling  of  a  leaf— a  |  dropping  |  tear. 
We  have  no  time  to  sport  a-  I  way  the  |  hours, 

All  must  be  earnest  in  a  world  like  ours. 

2  Not  many  lives,  but  only  one  have  we,  one,  |  only  |  one! 
How  sacred  should  that  one  life  ever  be — that  |  narrow  | 

span! 
Day  after  day  filled  up  with  |  blessed  |  toil, 
Hour  after  hour  still  bringing  in  new  spoil. 

3  Our   being   is   no   shadow   of    thin   air,   no  |  vacant  | 

dream, 
No  fable  of  the  things  that  never  were,  but  |  only  |  seem. 
'Tis  full  of  meaning  as  of  |  myste-  |  ry, 
Though  strange  and  solemn  may  that  meaning  be. 


4  Oursorrowsarenophantomofthenight.no  |  idle  |  tale 
No  cloud  that  flits  along  the  sky  of  light  on  |  summer  | 
They  are  the  true  reali-  |  ties  of  J  earth,  [gale 
Friends  and  companions  even  from  our  birth. 

5  O  life  below !   how  brief,  and  poor,  and  sad !    One  | 

heavy  |  sigh. 
O  life  above  !  how  long,  how  fair  and  glad !    One  |  end- 
O !  to  be  done  with  daily  |  dying  |  here ;  [less  ]  joy. 

O !  to  begin  the  living  in  yon  sphere  ! 

6  O  day  of  time,  how  dark !  O  sky  and  earth,  how  |  dull 

your  I  hue !  [fair  and  |  new  I 

O  day  of  Christ,  how  bright!    O  sky  and  earth,  made  | 
Come,  better  Eden,  with  thy  |  fresher  |  green; 
Come,  brighter  Salem,  gladden  all  the  scene. 


1st  Responsk  Chorus 


Thanksgiving  Chant. 

*      2d  Response  Chorus. 

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For  his  mercy  en-dur  -  eth  forev  -  er. 

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A  -  men. 


'Solo,  or  Semi-Chorus. 


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1  O  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord — 1st  Resp. 

2  O  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord  of  lords— 1st  Resp. 

S  To  him  that  by  wisdom  made  the  heavens— 1*/  Resp. 

4  To  him  that  made  great  lights— 1st  Resp. 

5  Who  rememuered  us  in  our  low  estate— 1st  Resp 

6  Who  giveth  tood  to  all  flesh— 1st  Resp. 


O  give  thanks  unto  the  God  of  gods— 2d  Resp. 

To  him  who  alone  doeth  great  wonders— 2d  Resp. 

To  him  that  stretched  out  the  earth  above  the  waters — R 

The  sun  to  rule  by  day,  the  moon  and  stars  to  rule  by 

night — 2d  Resp. 
And  hath  redeemed  us  from  our  enemies — 2d  Resp. 
O  give  thanks  unto  the  God  of  heaven— 2d  Resp.    Amen 


They  are  Comma:! 


Words  and  Music  by  T.  C.  O'KANE. 


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With  spirit. 


"  To  them  which  sat  in  the  region  and  shadow  of  death,  light  is  sprung  up." 


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2  Long  they  sat  beneath  the  shadow, 
And  the  gloom  of  moral  night, 
Waiting  only  for  the  dawning 

Of  the  promised  heavenly  light. 
But  they've  heard  the  glorious  gos- 
pel, 
Of  salvation  full  and  free, 
Now  they  read  the  "Blessed  Bible,' 
They  are  coming,  Lord,  to  thee. 


8  Hasten,  Lord,  the  coming  morning, 
Of  the  bright  millennial  day— 
And  may  we  who  love  the  Savior, 
Labor  to  extend  his  sway, 


Until  every  ransomed  being, 
On  the  land  and  on  the  sea, 

Shall  unite  in  one  grand  chorus, 
"We  are  coming,  Lord,  to  thee." 


Lift  Me  Higher.* 


T.  C.  O'Kane. 


From  these  scenes  of  pain  and  night,  Bear  me  up  on    an  -  gel's 
"When  temptations  me    as  -  sail,    Arm  me    for    the    fierc-est 


pinions,  To  the  world  of  spirits  bright.  Let  not  earth's  delusive  pleasures  Serve  my  highest  joys  to  blight,  I  would 
conflict,  Let  me  in  thy  strength  prevail.  "Lift  me  higher!"  keep  before  me  Calv'ry's  mount  where  Jesus  died;  Rest  my 

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Iu  affliction's  darkest  hour, 
Let  my  faith  surmount  the  trial, 

In  the  strength  of  Jesus'  power. 
"  Lift  me  higher !  lift  me  higher  I  " 

Till  by  faith  the  land  I  see, 
Where  the  ransomed,  from  affliction, 

Grief,  and  pain,  are  ever  free. 
"  Lift  me  higher,"  etc. 


*  A  girl,  thirteen  years  old,  was  dying.  Lifting  her  eyes  toward  the  ceiling,  she  said,  softly,  "  Lift  me  higher!  lift  me  higher!" 
Her  parents  raised  her  up  with  pillows,  but  she  faintly  said.  "No,  not  that;  but  there!  again  looking  earnestly  toward  heaven, 
whither  her  happy  soul  flew  a  few  moments  later.    On  her  tombstone  is  carved.  "Jane  B ,  aged  thirteen,  liftkd  uiuhkh  " 


With  Spirit. 


Scholar's  Greeting  Song. 


87 


cheer-ful   Bongs  With  an  -  gels  round  the  throne; 


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2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus:  " 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  hearts  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  unci  power  divine; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be.  Lo-d.  forever  thiue. 


4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

5  Glory  to  God,  and  praise,  and  power, 

Honor  and  thanks  be  given ! 
Children  and  cherubim  adoro 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 


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Children  now  are  singing  the  joyful  theme,       ---------  Christ,  the  Savior,  is  born  to  -  day. 

Listen    to  the  story  the  angels   brought        To  Judah's  plain,  To  Judah's  plain; 

In  a  manger  lying  the  one  long  bought  .........  Christ,  the  Savior,  is  horn  to  -  day. 

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Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
Hasten  to  the  manger,  to  Jesus  bow, 
Christ  the  Savior  is  born  to-day. 


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Carol  ye  mountains,  carol  ye  rills, 
Carol  the  herds  on  a  thousand  hills ; 
Carol  ye  breezes  that  waft  our  prayers, 
Carol,  for  Jesus  is  King.— Chcrtu. 


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From  the  Singing  Pilgrim 


The  World  is  my  Parish. 


T.  C.  O'KAXK. 


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2  Our  field  is  the  world,  and  our  work  is  before  us, 

To  each  is  appointed  a  message  to  bear; 

At  home  or  abroad,  in  the  cottage  or  palace, 

Wherever  directed,  our  mission  is  there. 

3  Perhaps  we  are  called  from  the  highways  and  hedges, 

To  gather  the  lowly,  despised,  and  oppressed ; 
If  this  be  our  duty,  then  why  should  we  falter? 
We  '11  do  it.  and  trust  to  our  Savior  the  rest. 


4  O'er  islands  that  sleep  in  the  wave-crested  ocean, 
We  '11  scatter  the  truth,  and  its  fruit  it  shall  bear; 

O'er  ice-covered  regions  and  rock-girded  mountains 
The  Lord  will  protect  as  his  children  are  there. 

5  Instead  of  the  thorn  shall  the  myrtle  be  planted; 
The  desert  shall  blossom  and  bloom  as  the  rose; 

The  palm-tree  rejoicing  shall  spread  forth  her  branches; 
The  lamb  and  the  lion  together  repov* 


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Gather  Them  In.    (New.) 


"  Go,  therefore,  into  the  highways  and  hedges,  and  compel  them  to  come  in." 


T.  C.  O'Kane. 


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1.  Go  to  the  hedges  and  broad  high-way,     Gather  them  in,      Gather  them  in. 
Hasten  !  the  Savior's  command  o-bey  !  ....  . 


Gath-er  them  into  the  Sabbath-school. 


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2  Gather  them  in  from  the  dreary  home, 
Jesus  has  bidden  them  all  to  come. 
Gather  in  every  one,  rich  and  poor, 
Open  to  all  is  the  Gospel  door. 

3  Gather  them  in  from  the  lane  and  street. 
Gather  in  all  that  you  chance  to  meet, 
Gatlier  in  all  that  may  go  astray, 
Gather  them  into  the  "  narrow  way." 


4  Gather  them  in  from  the  scenes  of  crime, 
Gather  in  all  in  their  youthful  prime, 
Gather  them  in  from  the  countless  throng, 
Gather  them  in  with  your  prayers  and  song. 

5  Gather  them  in  from  the  sinner's  road, 
Point  them  to  Jesus  the  Lamb  of  God; 
Gather  them  in  with  a  glowing  love, 
Bid  them  to  hope  fur  a  home  above. 


From  Musical  Leaves.        Alas !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed  ? 


S.  J.  VAIL. 


Mk  FINE.  !^ 


1.  A-las!    and  did  my    Sa-vior  bleed?  And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would   he   devote   that   sacred  head  .... 

2.  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done  He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
A-raaz  -  ing  pit  -  y  !  grace  unknown  !  .  .  .  . 

D.  C.  Yes,  Je  -  sus  died  for     all  mankind,  Bless  God,  sal-va  -  Hon  '«  free. 

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And  love    beyond  de-gree. 


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God  is  Near  Thee. 


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3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in. 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature  s  sin. — Cho. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. — Cho. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do.—  Clu,. 


1.  God   is  near  thee,  Therefore  cheer  the  Sad  soul !  He  '11  defend  thee,    When  around  thee  Billows  roll,  When  around,  etc. 

2.  Mark  the  sea-bird,  Wildly  wheeling  Thro'  the  skies ;  God  defends  him,  God  defends  him  When  he  cries,  God  defends,  etc. 

3.  Calm  thy  sadness,  Look  iu  gladness,  On  highl  Faint  and  weary,  Pilgrim,  cheer  thee,  Help  is  nigh,  Pilgrim,  cheer,  etc. 


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it  Ana  it  we  have  only  a  penny  to  give, 
We  '11  give  it,  though  scanty  our  store ; 
For  they  who  give  nothing  when  little  they  have, 
When  wealthy  will  give  little  more. 

3  But  if  an  abundance  we  have  at  command, 
O  Father !  the  spirit  bestow, 
To  scatter  our  wealth  with  a  liberal  hand, 
To  cheer  tnose  in  sorrow  aud  woe. 


4  Though  God  may  not  call  us  in  regions  afar, 

To  scatter  the  Gospel  abroad, 
We  '11  point  those  around  us  to  Bethlehem's 
To  heaven,  to  home,  and  to  God. 

5  For  Jesus  our  Savior  our  talents  and  time 

And  money  we  '11  cheerfully  spend ; 
Whatever  our  station,  wherever  onr  clime, 
We    1  serve  him  and  love  to  the  end. 


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0  Christian,  Awake.  From  "Singing  Pilgrim."         93 

"  Stand,  therefore,  having  your  loins  girt  about  with  truth,  and  having  the  breast-plate  of  righteousness." 

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..  O    Chris-tiau,    a-wake!  for  the  strife  is     at  hand,  With  helmet  and  shield,  and  a  sword  in    thy 

2.  Whatev  -  er     thy    danger,      take   heed  and     beware,  And  turn  not  thy  back,    for  no    ar  -  uior    is 


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Full  Chorus. 


3  The  cause  of  thy  Master  with  vigor  defend, 
Be  watchful,  be  zealous,  and  fight  to  the  end; 
Wherever  he  leads  thee,  go,  valiantly  go, 
And  stand  like  the  brave,  with  thy  face  to  the  foe ; 
Stand  likfl  the  brave,  etc. 


4  Press  on,  never  doubting,  thy  Captain  is  near. 
With  grace  to  supply,  and  with  comfort  to  cheer; 
His  love,  like  a  stream,  in  the  aesert  will  flow, 
Then  stand  like  the  brave,  with  thy  face  to  the  foe. 
Stand  like  the  brave,  etc. 


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2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 


4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


Fly  to  the  Fountain. 


T.  0.  O'Kane. 


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Fly  to  the  foun    -    tain,       Fly  to  the  foun      -      tain,      Fly  to  the  foun    -    tain,    Flowing  for  you  and  me. 
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2  'Twill  cleanse  the  heart  from  every  sin, 
And  purify  the  soul ; 
Yes;  Jesus'  blood  will  keep  it  clean, 
And  make  the  sinner  whole. 


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3  "  Ho  !  every  one,"  the  prophet  cries, 
For  every  one  there  's  room ; 
"  Ho !  every  one,"  my  soul  replies, 
"  And  to  the  fountain  come." 


Jesns  Died  on  Calyary's  Mountain. 

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Old  Melody. 


1.  Je-sus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain,  Long  time  a 

2.  On  his  bead  the  dews  of  midnight,    Kill  long    a 
'6.  Je-sus  died,  yet  lives  for-ev-er,  No  more  to 
4.  Now  in  heaven  he 'g  interceding,        By  faith     I         we*, 
t.  Courage,  then,  my  soul,  press  onward!  Mid  ease  or  tain; 


go; 
go; 
die! 


And  salvation's  rolling  fountain,     Now  free  -  ly  flows. 
Now  a  crown  of  dazzling  sunlight,  Sits  on    his    brow. 
Bleeding  Jesus!     Blessed  Savior!      Now  reigns  on  high. 
With  the  Father  earnest  pleading     For.yoii  :uid  me. 
Soon  be  '11  hid  thee  come  up  yonder.  With  him  to  reign. 


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For  the  sinners  all  around, 
Who  are  straying,  6traying,  straying, 

In  a  misery  profound. 
We  are  longing  to  behold  them 

Tread  with  ns  the  heavenly  road, 
In  our  arms  we  would  enfold  them, 

As  we  journey  home  to  God. 


4  We  are  striving,  striving,  striving, 

Manfully  to  fight  with  sin, 
While  the  days  are  flying,  flying, 

We  would  grow  more  pure  within. 
For  the  meek  ones  and  the  lowly, 

God  will  as  his  chosen  own ; 
Naught  polluted  or  unholy 

Shall  behold  his  spotless  throne. 


5  Thus  while  years  are  fleeting,  fleeting, 

Pace  we  on  with  prayer  and  song, 
Hasten  to  the  meeting,  meeting, 

Of  the  blood-washed  ransomed  throng. 
Jesus,  Savior,  leave  us  never, 

Help  us  faithful  still  to  prove ; 
Then  at  home  with  thee  forever. 

May  we  gathered  be  above. 


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I  love' the  Sunday-school — 
The  precious  volume,  too 

Which  is  the  only  rule 
To  teach  me  what  to  do. 
Dear  Sunday-school,  etc. 

Within  it  I  behold 

The  rays  of  Gospel  light, 
Richer  than  gems  or  gold, 

And  more  divinely  bright. 
Dear  Sunday-school,  etc. 


I  love  the  Sunday-school — 
And  wish  that  every  child 

Would  here  his  name  enroll 
No  more  be  rude  and  wild. 
Dear  Suuday-school,  etc. 

And  may  God  give  me  grace 
A  Savior's  name  to  love; 

To  see  his  smiling  face 
In  mansions  bright  abovw 
Dear  Sunday-school,  etc 


Slowly. 


Bonnie  Doon. 


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The  Influence  of  Love. 

1  The  ransom'd  spirit  to  her  home, 

The  clime  of  cloudless  beauty,  flies; 
No  more  on  stormy  seas  to  roam, 

She  hails  her  haven  in  the  skies: 
But,  cheerless  are  those  heavenly  fields, 
That  cloudless  clime  no  pleasure  yields, 

There  is  no  bliss  in  bowers  above, 

If  thou  art  absent,  holy  Love  ! 

2  The  cherub  near  the  viewless  throne, 

Hath  smote  the  harp  with  trembling  hand, 
And  one  with  incense-fire  hath  flown, 

To  touch  with  flame  the  angel  band  ; 
But  tuneless  is  the  quivering  string, 
No  melody  can  Gabriel  bring, 

Mute  are  its  arches,  when  above 

The  harp  of  heaven  wake  not  to  Love. 

3  Earth,  sea,  and  sky  one  language  speak, 

In  harmony  that  soothes  the  soul : 
'T  is  heard  when  scarce  the  zephyrs  wake, 

And  when  on  thunders  thunders  roll,: 
That  voice  is  heard,  and  tumults  cease — 
It  whispers  to  the  bosom  peace. 
Speak,  thou  Inspirer,  from  above, 
And  cheer  our  hearts,  celestial  Love  I 


Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 
Hark  !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem: 
But  one  alone  the  Savior  speaks — 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 
Beep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

8  It  was  my  guide,  my  life,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall. 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever,  and  forever  more, 

The  Star !— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


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1  And  may  I  still  get  there? 

Still  reach  the  heavenly  shore? 

The  land  forever  bright  and  fair, 

Where  sorrow  reigns  no  more? 

CHORUS. 

There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there, 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there ; 

In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  love, 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there. 

2  Shall  I,  unworthy  I, 

To  fear  and  doubting  given, 

Mount  up  at  last  and  happy  fly 

On  angel's  wings  to  heaven  ? 

3  Hail,  love  divine  and  pure, 

Hail,  mercy  from  the  skies! 
My  hopes  are  bright,  and  now  se- 
Upborne  by  faith  I  rise.         [cure, 

4  I  part  with  earth  and  sin. 

And  shout  the  danger  's  past ; 
My  Savior  takes  me  fully  in, 
And  I  am  his  at  last. 


1  O  sing  to  me  of  heaven. 

When  I  am  called  to  die, 

Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 

To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 

CHORUS. 

There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there, 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there; 

In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  love, 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there. 

2  When  the  last  moment  comes, 

Oh,  watch  my  dying  face, 
To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam, 
Which  o'er  my  features  plays. 

3  Then  to  my  raptured  soul 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given, 

Let  music  cheer  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

4  Then  round  ray  senseless  clay, 

Assemble  those  I  love,     [heaven. 
And    sing    of   heaven,    delightful 
My  glorious  home  above. 


1  Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear : 
Heav'n  with  theechoshall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

CHORUS. 

I  'm  glad  salvation  's  free, 
I  'm  glad  salvation  's  free ; 
Salvation  \s  free  for  you  and  me, 
I  'm  glad  salvation 's  free. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ;    [join 
And  every  ransomed  power  shall 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


1  Come,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing; 

Help  us  to  praise  I 
Father,  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us. 
Ancient  of  days. 


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2  God  of  the  right,  arise  ! 
Scatter  our  enemies ; 

Now  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defense  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed ; 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 


3  Come,  thou  eternal  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless; 
Come,  give  thy  word  success; 
Spirit  of  holiness 

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Who  shall  sing,  if  not  the  Children  ? 

1  Who  shall  sing,  if  not  the  children  ? 

Did  not  Jesus  die  for  them  ? 
May  they  not,  with  other  jewels, 

Sparkle  in  his  diadem  ? 
Why  to  them  were  voices  given— 

Bird-like  voices,  sweet  and  clear — 
Why,  unless  the  song  of  heaven 

They  begin  to  practice  here? 

2  There's  a  choir  of  infant  songsters, 

White-robed,  round  the  Savior's  throne ; 
Angels  cease,  and  waiting,  listen  ! 

Oh  !  'tis  sweeter  than  their  own  ! 
Faith  can  hear  the  rapturous  choral, 

When  her  ear  is  upward  turned : 
Is  it  not  the  same,  perfected, 

Which  upon  the  earth  they  learned  ? 

8  Jesus,  when  on  earth  sojourning, 
Loved  them  with  a  wondrous  love ; 

And  will  he,  to  heaven  returning, 
Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove  ? 

Oh !  they  can  not  sing  too  early ! 
Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way ! 

Birds  sing  while  the  day  is  breaking- 
Tell  me,  then,  why  should  not  they? 


Toil  on,  Teachers. 

1  Toil  on  teachers,  toil  on  boldly, 

Labor  on,  and  watch  and  pray ; 
Men  may  scoff  and  treat  you  coldly, 

Heed  them  not,  go  on  your  way ; 
Jesus  is  a  loving  master; 

Cease  not  then  this  work  to  do ; 
Cleave  to  him  still  closer,  faster, 

He  will  own  and  honor  you. 

2  Toil  on,  teacher !  toil  on  ever, 

Constantly,  unflinching  toil; 
Faint  ye  not,  and  weary  never, 

Labor  on  in  every  soil ; 
Listless  souls  one  day  may  waken, 

Buried  seed  spring  up  and  grow, 
Sin's  stout  bulwarks  may  be  shaken, 

Hardened  hearts  may  be  brought  low. 

3  Toil  on,  teachers !  earnest,  steady, 

Sowing  well  the  seed  of  truth ; 
Always  willing,  cheerful,  ready, 

Watching,  praying,  for  your  youth; 
Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

Leaning  on  the  promise  sure; 
Prayer  will  surely  gain  a  bearing, 

Faithful  to  the  end  endure. 


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The  Voice  of  Jesus. 

1  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make   my  paths  your 

choice ; 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste ! 

2  Thou  who,  homeless  and  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's 

scorn, 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come ! 

3  Ye  who  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  : 

1  Hither  come !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


"  Iiovest  thou  Me." 

1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ! 
'T  is  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word ! 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee, 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
And   when   bleeding,   healed  thy 

wound, 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee 

right. 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Thou  shalt  see  toy  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me?" 

4  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint, 
Yet  1  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


The  Polar  Star. 


1  Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main, 
Seeking  for  thy  home  again, 
Thro'  the  gathering  mists  that  rise, 
Vailing  thy  natal  skies; 
Look  beyond,  there 's  light  for  thee. 
Streaming  o'er  the  turbid  sea ; 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 

2  Stranger  on  a  rocky  strand, 
Longing  for  thy  fatherland. 
Thro'  the  gathering  clouds  that  rise, 
Vailing  thy  natal  skies ; 

Look  beyond,  there 's  hope  for  thee, 
Dawning  o'er  the  tranquil  sea, 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 

3  Lonely  watcher,  pale  with  grief. 
Thou  shalt  find  a  sweet  relief, 
Though  thy  tears  unheeded  fall, 
Jesus  will  count  them  all ; 

Look  beyond,  there 's  joy  for  thee, 
Breaking  o'er  a  troubled  sea, 
Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far, 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 


Evening :  Communion  with  God 

TUNE— HOKTON. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  fref . 
Lord,   we  would    commune  'lt'n 

thee. 

2  Soon  from  us  the  light  of  da^ 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow1*6' 
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1  Who  are  these  In  bright  array, 

This  exalting,  happy  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 
Singing  one  triumphant  song? 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 

These  from  great  afflictions  came ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Sealed  with  his  almighty  name. 

3  Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might, 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

4  Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 
God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 


Over  the  Kiver  I'm  Going. 

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1  Over  the  river  I'm  going, 

Beyond  where  the  pearly  gates  stand, 
Over  the  cold  icy  billows, 

To  live  in  a  fair,  sunny  land. 
My  Father  has  built  me  a  mansion, 

And  filled  it  with  treasures  of  gold, 
Yes,  over  the  river  I'm  going, 

To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold. 


To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold, 
To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold ; 
Yes,  over  the  river  I'm  going, 
To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold. 


2  Over  the  river  I'm  going ; 

O,  seek  not  to  draw  me  aside! 
See,  for  the  boatman  is  waiting 

To  ferry  me  over  the  tide. 
My  Savior  is  there  to  receive  me, 

And  shield  me  from  suffering  and  cold ; 
Yes,  over  the  river  I'm  going, 
To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold. 
To  "where  there  are  pleasures,  etc. 


O,  we  are  Volunteers. 


1  O,  we  are  volunteers  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Forming  into  line  at  our  Captain's  word ; 
We  are  under  marching  orders  to  take  the  battle-field. 
And  we'll  ne'er  give  o'er  the  fight  ^till  the  foe  shall 
yield. 


Come  and  Join  the  army,  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
Jesus  is  our  Captain,  we  rally  at  his  word  ; 
Sharp  will  be  the  conflict  with  the  powers  of  sin, 
But  with  such  a  Leader,  we  are  sure  to  win. 

2  The  glory  of  our*  flag  is  the  emblem  of  the  dove, 
Gleaming  are  our  swords  from  the  forge  of  love : 

We  go  forth,  but  not  to  battle  for  earthly  honors  vain, 
'T  is  a  bright  immortal  crown  that  we  seek  to  gain. 

3  Our  foes  are  in  the  field,  pressing  hard  on  every  side — 
Envy,  anger,  hatred,  with  self  and  pride ; 

They  are  cruel,  fierce,  and  strong,  ever  ready  to  attack ; 
We  must  watch  and  fight  and  pray,  if  we'd  drive  them 
back. 

4  O,  glorious  is  the  struggle  in  whlcn  we  draw  the  sword, 
Glorious  in  the  kingdom  of  Christ,  our  Lord; 

It  shall  spread  from  sea  to  sea,  it  shall  reach  froir 

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And  His  people  shall  be  blessed  for  evermore. 


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1  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  Avaters, 

Thinking  not 't  is  thrown  away  ; 
God  himself  saith  thou  shalt  gather 
It  again  some  future  day. 

2  As  the  seed,  by  billows  floated, 

To  some  distant  island  lone, 
So  to  human  souls  benighted, 
That  thou  flingest  may  be  borne. 

3  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters; 

Why  wilt  thou  still  doubting  stand  ? 
Bounteous  shall  God  send  the  harvest, 
If  thou  sow'st  with  liberal  hand. 

4  Give,  them,  freely  of  thy  substance— 

O'er  this  cause  the  Lord  doth  reign : 
Cast  thy  bread,  and  toil  with  patience, 
Thou  shalt  labor  not  in  vain. 

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1  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste ; 

And  I,  perhaps  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past; 
He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 


4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Missionary  Hymn. 


1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile: 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation— O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation, 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o  er  our  ransomed  nature 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Id  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


Fresh  Leaves. 


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The  Promised  Land. 


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1  I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land; 

My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 


I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land, 
I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land; 

My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 

2  I  have  a  Savior  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Savior  in  the  promised  land ; 

My  Savior  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 
I'll  away,  etc. 

3  I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land  ; 

When  Jesus  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  wear  it  in  the  promised  land. 
I'll  away,  etc. 

4  I  hope  to  meet  you  In  the  promised  land, 
I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land ; 

At  Jesus'  feet,  a  joyous  band, 
We'll  praise  him  in  the  promised  land. 
We'll  away,  etc. 


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Greenville. 


1  In  the  cross  of  Christ,  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  lights  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  «ublime. 


2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross,  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  luster  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

Homeward  Bound. 


1  Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride. 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Far,  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we've  rode. 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed. 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Look  !  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound 
Steady,  O pilot!  stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 
Steady !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale  ; 
O  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud-creaking  sail, 

We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last,  home  at  last; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last,  home  at  last. 
Glory  to  God  !  all  our  dangers  are  o'er. 
Safely  we  stand  on  the  radiant  shore; 
Glory  to  God  !  we  will  shout  evermore. 

We're  home  at  last,  home  at  last. 


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Fresh  Leayes. 


Joyfully. 


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1  Joyfully,  Joyfully,  onward  we  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above ; 
Jesus,  our  Savior,  in  mercy  says  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go ; 
Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on  before, 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore; 
Singing  to  cheer  us,  while  passing  along, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear. 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  near, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 

3  Death  with  his  arrow  may  soon  lay  us  low, 
Safe  in  our  Savior,  we  fear  not  the  blow ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  we  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  scepter  be  gone; 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we'll  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


I'm  a  Pilgrim. 

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1  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 


2  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining, 

I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight; 
Within  a  country  unknown  and  dreary, 
I  have  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

3  Of  that  country  to  which  I'm  going, 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light ; 
There  are  no  sorrows,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 


"When  the  Morning  Light. 


1  When  the  morning  light  drives  away  the  night. 

With  the  sun  so  bright  and  full, 
And  it  draws  its  line  near  the  hour  of  nine, 
I'll  away  to  the  Sabbath-school ; 
For  't  is  there  we  all  agree, 
All  with  happy  hearts  and  free, 
And  I  love  to  early  be 
At  the  Sabbath-school. 
I'll  away!  away!  I'll  away!  away! 
I'll  away  to  Sabbath-school. 

2  In  the  class  I  meet  with  the  friends  I  greet, 

At  the  time  of  morning  prayer ; 
And  our  hearts  we  raise  in  a  hymn  of  praise, 
For  't  is  always  pleasant  there; 
In  the  Book  of  holy  truth, 
Full  of  counsel  and  reproof, 
We  behold  the  guide  of  youth, 
At  the  Sabbath-school. 

3  May  the  dews  of  grace  fill  the  hallowed  place, 

And  the  sunshine  never  fail, 
While  each  blooming  rose  which  in  memory  grows 
Shall  a  sweet  perfume  exhale ; 
When  we  mingle  here  no  more, 
But  have  met  on  Jordan's  shore, 
We  will  talk  of  moments  o'er 
At  the  Sabbath-school. 


Boylston. 


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1  Lord,  help  us,  as  we  sing, 

To  mean  the  words  we  use  ; 
And    not   to   mock   our  heavenly 
King, 
And  all  his  love  abuse. 

2  Lord,  help  us,  as  we  pray, 

To  come  with  hearts  sincere; 
And  as  we  learn  of  wisdom's  ways, 
To  seek  thy  blessing  here. 

3  Lord,  help  us,  as  we  hear, 

To  treasure  up  thy  word ; 
And,  not  to-morrow  to  appear 
As  if  it  were  unheard. 

4  Lord,  help  us,  while  we  live, 

Thy  servants  to  abide ; 
The  aid  of  thy  good  Spirit  give; 
In  mercy  be  our  Guide. 

Battling  for  the  Lord. 


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1  We've  listed  in  a  holy  war, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

Eternal  life,  eternal  joy, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

CHORUS. 

We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes. 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  then  we'll  rest  at  home. 

2  Under  our  Captain,  Jesus  Christ, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 
We've  listed  for  this  mortal  life, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 


Fresh  Leayes. 

3  We'll  fight  against  the  powers  of 

Battling  for  the  Lord  !  [sin, 

In  favor  of  our  heavenly  King, 
Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

4  And  when  our  warfare  here  is  o'er, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 
This  strife  we'll  leave,  and  war  no 
more, 
Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

5  Our  friends  and  kindred  there  we'll 

meet, 
On  the  heavenly  shore ! 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet, 
On  the  heavenly  shore ! 

CODA  FOB  LAST  VERSE. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory, 
my  home. 

Climbing  up  Zion-'s  Hill. 


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1  "  I'm   trying   to   climb    up   Zion's 

Hill," 
For  the  Savior  whispers  "  Love 
me; " 
Though  all  beneath  is  dark  as  death, 
Yet  the  stars  are  bright  above  me. 
Then  upward  still,  to  Zion's  hill, 
To  the  land  of  joy  and  beauty, 
My  path  before  shines  more  and 
more, 
As  it  nears  the  golden  city. 

CHORtTS. 

I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 
I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  hill, 

Climbing,  climbing. 
Climbing  up  Zion's  hill. 

2  I  know  I'm  but  a  little  child. 

My  strength  will  not  protect  me ; 
But  then  I  am  the  Savior's  lamb, 
And  he  will  not  neglect  me. 


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Then  all  the  time  I'll  try  to  climb 

This  holy  hill  of  Zion, 
For  I  am  sure  the  way  is  pure, 

And  on  it  comes  "  no  lion." 
3  Then  come  with  me,  we'll  upward 

And  climb  this  hill  together;   [go, 
And  as  we  walk,  we'll  sweetly  talk, 

And  sing  as  we  go  thither. 
Then  mount  up  still  God's  holy  hill, 

Till  we  reach  the  pearly  portals, 
Where  raptured  tongues  proclaim 
the  songs 

Of  the  shining-robed  immortals. 


The  Gospel  Ship. 


1  The  Gospel  Ship  is  sailing, 

Sailing,  sailing; 
The  Gospel  Ship  is  sailing, 

Bound  for  Cannan's  happy  shore. 
All  who  would  ship  for  glory, 

Glory,  glory ; 
All  who  would  ship  for  glory. 

Come  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  hallelujah  ! 

All  oh  board  are  sweetly  singing; 
Glory,  hallelujah ! 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb! 

2  She  has  landed  many  thousands 

On  fair  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 
Yet  there's  room  for  thousands 
more. 

3  Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 

Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along, 
Her  company  are  singing. 
Glory,  glory  is  their  song. 

4  Take  passage  now  for  glory, 

Sailing  o'er  life's  troubled  sea, 
With  us  you  shall  he  happy, 
Happy  through  eternity 


Fresh  Leaves. 


Cross. 


1  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise ! 

Stay  not  for  tne  morrow's  sun ; 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Haider  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
.Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 

Eve  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

Webb. 


1  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended. 

And  Him  who  once  was  stain, 
Again  to  earth  descended. 

In  righteousness  to  reign. 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vails  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply. 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
AH  hallelujahs  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound 


1  I'm  but  a  stranger  here, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand ; 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There  at  my  Savior's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home, 
I  shall  be  glorified, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  1  loved  most  and  best, 
There,  too,  I  soon  shall  rest, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

God  Bless  our  Land. 

(Music  on  page  55.) 

1  God  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave. 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save 

By  thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait: 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh. 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State ! 


1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to 
wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

Toplady. 


1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From    thy   wounded    side  which 

flowed. 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure. 
Save  from  wrath,  and    make   me 

pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise" to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne — 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee 


Fresh  Leaves. 


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Communion. 


1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
| :  And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. :  | 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  I 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word  and  trust  his  grace, 
j :  I  '11  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. :  I 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 
May  I  thy  consolation  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight ; 
This  robe  of  flesh  1  '11  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize; 
|  :  And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer !  :  | 

The  Sunday-School. 


1  The  Sunday-school,  that  blessed  place, 
Oh  !  I  would  rather  stay 
Within  its  walls  a  child  of  grace, 
Than  spend  my  hours  in  play. 

Chorus. 
The  Sunday-school,  the  Sunday-school, 
Oh  I  'tis  the  place  I  love, 


For  there  I  learn  the  golden  rule, 
Which  leads  to  joys  above. 


2  'T  is  there  I  learn  that  Jesus  died 
For  sin  ners  such  as  I ; 
Oh  !  what  is  all  the  world  beside, 
That  I  should  prize  so  high. 
The  Sunday-school,  etc. 

8  Then  let  our  grateful  tribute  rise, 
And  songs  of  praise  be  given 
To  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies, 
For  such  a  blessing  given. 
The  Sunday-school,  etc. 

4  And  welcome,  then,  the  Sunday-school, 
We  '11  read,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
That  we  may  keep  the  golden  rule, 
And  never  from  it  stray. 
The  Sunday-school,  etc. 


Happy  Day.    L.  M. 


1  Oh,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Savior  and  my  God  1 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Chorus. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  ; 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

2  Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him,  who  merits  all  my  love ; 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house. 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  1  move. 
Happy  day,  etc. 


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Temperanee  Appeal. 

(Mum  on  page  50,  omitting  notes  marked, 
with  a  •.) 

1  Friends  of  freedom,  swell  the  song; 
Young  and  old,  the  strain  prolong ; 
Make  the  Temp'rance  army  strong. 

And  on  to  victory! 
Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave: 
Onward  march  a  world  to  save; 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave. 
And  bear  his  infamy? 


2  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest ; 
Carry  joy  to  every  breast ; 
Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 

By  living  soberly. 
Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high, 
"Touch  not,  taste  not,  till  you  dio I ' 
Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky, 

And  earth  keep  jubilee. 


3  God  of  mercy,  hear  us  plead, 
For  thy  help  we  intercede, 
See  how  many  bosoms  bleed, 

And  heal  them  speedily. 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
When  beneath  its  gentle  ray, 
Temperance  all  the  world  shall  sway. 
And  reign  triumphantly. 


Laban.    S.  M. 


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1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch  and  fight  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne  er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 


Fresh  Loaves. 

3  Ne'er  thinK  tne  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down ; 
The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4  Then  persevere  till  death 

Shall  bring  tbee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll    take    thee,   at   thy    parting 
breathj 
To  his  divine  abode. 


In  the  Light 


1  'Tis  religion  that  can  give- 

In  the  light,  in  the  light; 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live — 

In  the  light  of  God. 
'Tis  religion  must  supply — 

In  the  light,  in  the  light ; 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die — 

In  the  light  of  God. 

CHORUS. 

Let  us  walk  In  the  light, 
In  the  light,  in  the  light; 

Let  us  walk  in  the  light, 
In  the  light  of  God. 

2  After  death  its  joys  shall  be, 

Lasting  as  eternity, 
Be  the  living  God  my  Friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

Martyn. 


1  Holy  Bible !  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  1  came ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 


2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Savior's  love ; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If.  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  Joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  ; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine! 
Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine 

God  Save  the  Poor. 

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1  Lord,  from  thy  glorious  throne, 
The  fallen  look  upon ; 

God  save  the  poor. 
Teach  them  true  liberty, 
Make  them  from  habit  free, 
Let  their  homes  happy  be ; 

God  save  the  poor. 

2  The  arms  of  wicked  men 

Do  thou  with  might  restrain ; 

God  save  the  poor. 
Raise  thou  their  lowliness, 
Succor  thou  their  distress, 
Thou  whom  the  meanest  bless 

God  save  the  poor. 

3  Give  them  staunch  honesty, 
Let  their  pride  manly  be ; 

God  save  the  poor. 
Help  them  to  hold  the  right, 
Give  them  both  truth  and  might, 
Lord  of  all  life  and  light ; 

God  save  the  poor. 

4  O  God,  our  cause  maintain, 
Remove  the  drunkard's  stain  ; 

God  save  the  poor. 
Now,  O  teetotal  band, 
Press  forward  heart  and  hand, 
God  by  our  side  will  stand ; 

God  save  the  poor. 


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1  There  Is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away ; 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day. 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Savior  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  .away ; 
Why  will  you  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye ! 

3  Bright,  In  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  can  not  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run  ! 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye. 


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1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey ;  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
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Fresh  Leaves. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  nome  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now — and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest; 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared- 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren  ;  Joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 


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1  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  lowly  and  so  meek ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 
That  ever  heard  him  speak. 

2  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  frequently  in  prayer; 
Alone  upon  the  mountain-top 
He  met  his  Father  there. 


3  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus; 
I  never,  never  And 
That  he,  though  persecuted,  was 
To  any  one  unkind. 


4  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 
Engaged  in  doing  good, 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said, 
"  She  hath  done  what  she  could." 


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1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  O  my  Savior,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 


2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found- 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sins ; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart; 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 


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1  Go  and  t-sll  Jesus,  weary,  sin-sick  soul ; 

He'll  ease  thee  of  thy  burden,  make  thee  whole; 
Look  up  to  him,  he  only  can  forgive; 
Believe  on  him,  and  thou  shalt  surely  live. 

CHORUS. 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive ; 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  go  and  tell  Jesus, 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  O  turn  to  him  and  live  ! 

Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive. 

2  Go  and  tell  Jesus,  when  your  sins  arise 

Like  mountains  of  deep  guilt  before  your  eyes; 
His  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life  he  gave, 
That  mercy,  peace,  and  pardon  you  might  have. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  etc. 

3  Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he'll  dispel  thy  fears, 

Will  calm  thy  doubts,  and  wipe  away  thy  tears; 
He'll  take  thee  in  his  arm,  and  on  his  breast, 
Thou  mayst  be  happy,  and  forever  rest. 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  etc. 

Beulah. 


1  My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 

My  race  is  nearly  run  ; 
My  strongest  trials  now  are  past. 
My  triumph  is  begun. 

REFRAIN. 

O  come,  angel  band,  come  and  around  me  stand, 
O  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 

To  my  immortal  home! 
O  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 

To  my  immortal  home ! 

2  1  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks 

Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 
For  I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan's  banks, 
The  crossing  must  be  near. 


3  I've  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home, 

My  spirit  loudly  sings : 
The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come  I 
I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 

4  O,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  him 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me; 
Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin, 
And  gives  me  victory. 

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1  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 

To  its  glories  I  fain  would  fly,  [crown, 

When  by  sorrows  pressed  down,  I  long  for  my 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

CHORUS. 

In  that  beautiful  land  I'll  be 
From  earth  and  its  cares  set  free ; 
My  Jesus  is  there,  he's  gone  to  prepare 
A  place  in  that  land  for  me. 

2  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 

I  shall  enter  it  by  and  by ;  [on  the  strand, 

There,  with  friends,  hand  in  hand,  I  shall  walk 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

3  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
Then  why  should  I  fear  to  die ; 

When  death  is  the  way  to  the  realms  of  day 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high? 

4  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 

And  my  kindred  its  bliss  enjoy;  [me, 

Methinks  I  now  see  how  they're  waiting  for 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

5  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
And  though  here  I  oft  weep  and  sigh. 

My  Jesus  hath  said  that  no  tears  shall  be  shed 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

6  There's  a  beautiful  land  on  high, 
Where  we  never  shall  say,  "  good-by !  " 
When  over  the  river  we're  happy  forever. 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 


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Siloam. 


1  By  cool  Siloam 's  shady  rill, 

How  fair  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 

2  Lo !  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  by  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  O  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

Arlington. 


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1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  Word  the  choicest  rules  impart, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  'T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

3  Thy  Word  is  everlasting  truth ; 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  Book  will  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 


We  are  rising. 


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1  We  are  rising,  we  are  rising, 

Willi  the  changes  of  our  land  ; 
In  the  cause  of  right  and  justice 

Let  us  all  united  stand. 
As  we  rose  amid  the  conflict, 

When  the  battle-storm  was  high, 
With  returning  peace  we're  rising 

Like  the  eagle  to  the  sky. 

CHORUS. 

Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along, 
Rising  as  a  people  while  we're  marching  along ; 
The  conflict  is  raging  'tween  the  right  and  the  wrong, 
We'll  trust  in  the  Lord  while  we're  marching  along. 

2  We  are  rising  and  progressing, 

Lo !  the  fettered  slave  is  free ; 
And  the  day  is  fast  approaching, 

Yes,  its  dawning  light  we  see. 
When  the  poor  shall  be  exalted, 

While  the  haughty  ones  shall  fall. 
And  the  right  of  equal  justice 

Be  enjoyed  alike  by  alL 

8  We  are  rising,  heavenward  rising, 

Let  our  course  be  onward  still ; 
And  the  prospect  that  awaits  us 

Every  soul  with  rapture  thrill. 
For  the  watchmen  shall  proclaim  it 

With  a  shout  from  Zion's  towers, 
How  the  tide  of  every  nation 

Shall  be  turned  to  blend  with  ours. 

4  Hallelujah  !  we  are  rising, 

For  our  children  learn  to  pray ; 
They  are  coming  to  the  Savior 

In  the  straight  and  narrow  way. 
And  the  banner  of  salvation, 

With  the  standard  of  the  free, 
O'er  our  native  land  is  waving, 

Like  a  watch-fire  o'er  the  sea. 


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Fresh  Leayes. 


Shall  we  Gather  at  the  River? 

1  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river, 

Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod? 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 

CHORUS. 

Yes,  we  '11  gather  at  the  river, 
The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river, 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river, 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 
Yes,  we  '11  gather,  etc. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 
Grace  our  spirit  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
Yes,  we  '11  gather,  etc. 

4  Soon  we  '11  reach  the  silver  river, 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease; 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver, 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 
Yes,  we  '11  gather,  etc. 


Shining  Shore. 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
These  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

CHORUS. 

For  now  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 


And  Just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 
For  now  we  stand,  etc. 

8  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever, 
Our  king  says  come,  and  there 's  our  home. 
Forever,  O  forever ! 
For  now  we  stand,  etc 


Webb. 


1  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners  now  confessing, 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  blessing— 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

8  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  tny  richness  stay ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  Is  come  J " 


Fresh  Leaves. 


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1  If  you  can  not  on  the  ocean 

Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet, 
Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 

Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet, 
You  can  stand  among  the  sailors, 

Anchored  yet  within  the  bay ; 
You  can  lend  a  hand  to  help  them, 

As  they  launch  their  boat  away. 

2  If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 

Up  the  mountain,  steep  and  high, 
You  can  stand  within  the  valley, 

While  the  multitudes  go  by ; 
You  can  chant  in  happy  measure, 

As  they  slowly  pass  along; 
Though  they  may  forget  the  singer, 

They  will  not  forget  the  song. 

3  If  you  have  not  gold  and  silver 

Ever  ready  to  command ; 
If  you  can  not  t'ward  the  needy 

Reach  an  ever  open  hand ; 
You  can  visit  the  afflicted, 

O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep; 
You  can  be  a  true  disciple 

Sitting  at  the  Savior's  feet. 

4  If  you  can  not  in  the  harvest 

Garner  up  the  richest  sheaves, 
Many  a  grain  both  ripe  and  golden 

Will  the  careless  reapers  leave; 
Go  and  glean  among  the  briers, 

Growing  rank  against  the  wall, 
For  it  may  be  that  their  shadow 

Hides  the  heaviest  wheat  of  all. 


5  Do  not,  then,  stand  idly  waiting, 

For  some  greater  work  to  do ; 
O,  improve  the  passing  moments, 

For  these  moments  may  be  few ; 
Go  and  toil  in  any  vineyard, 

Do  not  fear  to  do  or  dare ; 
If  you  want  a  field  of  labor, 

You  can  find  it  anywhere. 


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1  To  thee,  O  blessed  Savior, 

Our  grateful  songs  we  raise ; 
O  tune  our  hearts  and  voices, 

Thy  holy  name  to  praise. 
T  is  by  thy  sovereign  mercy 

We  're  here  allowed  to  meet, 
To  join  with  friends  and  teachers, 

Thy  blessing  to  entreat. 

2  Lord,  guide  and  bless  our  teachers. 

Who  labor  for  our  good ; 
And  may  the  Holy  Scriptures 

By  us  be  understood ; 
O  may  our  hearts  be  given 

To  thee,  our  glorious  King ; 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven, 

Thy  praises  there  to  sing. 

3  And  may  the  precious  Gospel 

Be  published  all  abroad, 
Till  poor,  benighted  heathen 

Shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord ; 
Till  o'er  the  wide  creation 

The  rays  of  truth  shall  shine, 
And  nations  now  in  darkness 

Arise  to  light  divine. 


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Fresh  Leaves. 


Eltham. 


"Weary. 


1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  Gospel  call  obey! 
Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore ; 
Satan  and  his  hosts  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

2  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace, 

Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign. 
Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Greenville. 


1  Heavenly  Father,  grant  thy  blessing, 

While  once  more  thy  praise  we  sing: 
Sinful  hearts  and  lives  confessing, 

Nothing  worthy  can  we  bring; 
Yet  thy  book  of  love  hath  taught  us, 

Thou  wilt  kindly  bow  thine  ear; 
For  the  sake  of  Him  who  bought  us, 

We  may  call  and  thou  wilt  hear. 

2  What  a  boon  to  us  is  given. 

Thus  to  lift  our  voice  on  high ! 
Well  assured  the  ear  of  Heaven 

Hears  our  wants,  and  will  supply. 
Weak  and  sinful— oh,  how  often 

Must  we  look  to  God  alone, 
For  his  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 

And  sustain  us  as  his  own  \ 


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1  In  the  Christian's  home  In  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest; 
There  the  Savior  's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 


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There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 
But  in  that  celestial  center, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 


4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  O,  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 

5  Sing,  O,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ; 

Sbout  your  triumph  as  you  go; 
Zion's  gate  will  open  for  you, 
You  shall  find  an  entrance  tnrough. 


Around  the  Throne. 


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1  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 
Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band. 
Singing  glory,  etc. 


Singing  glo-ry,     glo  -  ry, 

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3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above  ? 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
"Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love — 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

4  Because  the  Savior  shed  his  blood, 

To  wash  away  their  sin ; 


2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 
See  every  one  arrayed ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 
Singing  glory,  etc. 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  blood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean ! 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Savior's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name; 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 


Hitherto  hath  the  Lord  helped  us. 


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1  Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,    2  Here  I  '11  raise  mine  Ebenezer  ; 


Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Htreams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  j 
Praise  the  mount, — I'm  fixed  upon  it ; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 


Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 


*  CHORUS,  AD    LIBITUM,  TO 
EACH  STANZA. 

I  love  Jesus,  Hallelujah, 
I  love  Jesus,  Yes,  I  do,  I  do,  I 
Do  love  Jesus,  He 's  my  Savior ; 
Jesus  smiles  and  loves  me  too. 


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1  Assembled  in  our  school  once  more, 
O  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore; 
We  meet,  to  read,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Be  with  us  then  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes  and  friends; 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear, 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more, 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar ; 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains, 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 

Sicily. 


1  Now  is  past  the  time  of  teaching, 

Ended  is  the  hour  we  love ; 
Hushed  the  voice  of  friends,  beseeching 
Us  too  seek  for  joys  above : 

Precious  Sabbaths ! 
Swiftly,  oh !  they  swiftly  move. 

2  Wake,  then,  every  tender  feeling, 

Ere  from  school  we  go  away : 
Savior,  come,  thy  grace  revealing, 
In  our  hearts  assert  thy  sway : 

Bless  us,  parting, 
On  this  sacred  Sabbath-day. 

a  Soon  our  Sabbaths  will  be  ended, 
All  our  Sabbath-schools  be  past; 
Like  the  leaf,  to  earth  descended, 
Withered  in  the  autumn  blast: 
Life  is  passing ; 
W  e  must  see  the  grave  at  last. 


4  Then  may  heaven  be  beaming  o'er  us, 
With  its  sunny  glories  bright; 
And  with  millions,  saved  before  us, 
May  we  join,  in  worlds  of  light: 

Praising  Jesus, 
Where  the  Sabbath  knows  no  night. 


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1  How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  when  the  Savior  arose ! 
'T  is  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 
He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defiled, 

My  life  is  but  empty  and  vain  • 
But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child, 

I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 


2  This  day  he  invites  me  to  come : 

How  kindly  he  bids  me  draw  near 
He  offers  me  heaven  for  home, 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear. 
He  offers  to  pardon  my  sin, 

And  keep  me  from  every  snare. 
To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  me  within, 

And  show  me  his  tenderest  care. 


8  I  can  not,  I  must  not  refuse ; 

His  goodness  has  conquered  my  heart; 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  of  my  folly  depart. 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  my  Redeemer  arose! 
T  is  heaven  his  beauties  to  see. 
And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 


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1  Savior,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Tbou  canst  save  and  tbou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us : 
We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  can  not  hide  from  thee; 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watches  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom. 

Coronation. 


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1  O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim — 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  Name. 

8  Jesus— the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
T  is  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 


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1  Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 

Zion  kept  by  power  divine : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 

Though  the  world  in  arms  combine: 
Happy  Zion— 

What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 
Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove, 

2  Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight: 

God  is  with  thee — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 


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1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water!  thirsty  one, 
Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 

2  I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream : 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived 
And  now  I  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"I  am  this  dark  world's  light: 
Look  unto  me:  thy  morn  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 

4  I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  mv  Star,  my  Son : 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 
Till  all  my  journey's  done 


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Fresh  Leaves. 


Bethany. 


1  Nearer,  ray  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee! 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  comes  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I  'd  be, 
Nearer,  etc. 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  etc. 

4  Or,  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  etc. 

Courage. 


1  :  Oh,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend ! :  R 

He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  keep  you  in  the  eud. 

Chokus. 
I  am  glad  I  'm  in  this  army, 
Yes,  I  'm  glad  I  'in  in  this  army, 


5Tes,  I  'm  glad  I  'm  in  this  army, 
And  I  '11  battle  for  the  school. 

2  B  :  Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win  ; :  || 
For  the  Savior  is  your  Captain, 
For  the  Savior  is  your  Captain, 

And  he  has  vanquished  sin. 

3  1|  :  And  when  the  conflict's  over, 

Before  him  you  shall  stand  ; :  | 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  forever, 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  forever, 

In  Canaan's  happy  land. 


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1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Thou     know'st    not    whicli    shall 

The  late  or  early  sown ;      [thrive, 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strewn. 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 


Coronation. 


1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail    him  who   saves  you    by  Lis 
grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Oh  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


St.  Thomas.    S.  M. 


1  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode—  [saved 
The   Church   our   blest    Redeemer 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  band. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joys, 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways: 
Her    sweet    communion,    solemn 
vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given  [yield, 

The    brightest    glories    earth    can 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


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Home  of  the  Soul. 


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1  I  will  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land, 

The  far  away  home  of  the  soul, 
Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering  strand, 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 

2  O  that  home  of  the  soul  in  my  visions  and  dreams, 

Its  bright  jasper  walls  I  can  see, 
Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  vale  intervenes, 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3  There  the  great  trees  of  life  in  their  beauty  do  grow, 

And  the  river  of  life  floweth  by, 
For  no  death  ever  enters  that  city,  you  know, 
And  nothing  that  maketh  a  lie. 

4  That  unchangeable  home  is  for  you  and  for  me, 

Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands ; 
The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever  is  he, 
And  he  holdeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

5  O  how  sweet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful  land, 

So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain ! 
With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  with  harps  in  our  hands, 
To  meet  one  another  again. 


A  Home  beyond  the  Tide. 


1  We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 

Homeward  bound  we  sweetly  glide  ; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

CHORUS. 

All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 
Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor; 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyoud  tne  tide; 

We  are  out.  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 


2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed. 

Over  on  the  golden  short , 
Millions  more  are  on  the  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  moi 
All  the  storms,  etc. 

3  When  we  all  are  safely  anchored. 

We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er; 
We  will  walk  about  the  city, 
And  we'll  sing  for  evermore. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 


Something  to  do  every  day. 


1  "  There  '11  be  something  in  heaven  for  children  to  do, 

None  are  idle  in  that  blessed  land  ;  " 
But  there 's  something  on  earth  here  for  each  one  to 
do, 
"  And  employment  for  each  little  hand." 

CHORUS. 

There  is  something  to  do,  there  is  something  to  do, 
There  is  something  for  children  to  do  ; 
Tho'  ever  so  young,  yet  with  heart,  hand  and  tongue, 
There  is  something  for  children  to  do. 

2  There  are  parents  to  honor,  respect,  and  to  love, 

And  all  their  commands  to  obey : 
For  this  is  the  will  of  "  Our  Father  "  above, 
And  is  to  be  done  every  day. 

3  There  are  many,  so  many,  kind  words  to  be  said, 

So  many  got)d  deeds  to  be  done, 
To  "  stand  up  "  for  Jesus,  the  Truth,  and  the  Right, 
And  every  thing  evil  to  shun. 

4  Let  us  all,  as  we  journey  along  here  oelow, 

Do  the  good  that  may  be  in  our  way : 
Be  preparing  for  heaven  as  nearer  we  come, 
Finding  some  good  to  do  ever^  day, 


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1  Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus,  O,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 


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1  Once  more  assembled  on  thy  day, 
O  Father,  hear  us  when  we  pray ; 
And  teach  us  thankfully  to  own' 

The  love  that  draws  us  near  thy  throne. 

2  Lord,  let  thy  grace  our  souls  inspire 
With  brightest  rays  of  heavenly  fire, 
And  let  our  songs  of  praise  arise 

In  grateful  incense  to  the  skies. 


Onward,  Band  Victorious 
(Tune,  Harwell.    Key  of  O.) 

1  Onward !  onward !  band  victorious, 

Bear  the  Temp'rance  banner  high  ! 
Thus  far  has  your  course  been  glorious, 

Now  your  day  of  triumph 's  nigh. 
Vice  and  error  flee  before  you, 

As  the  darkness  flies  the  sun ; 
Onward,  victory  hovers  o'er  you, 
Soon  the  battle  will  be  won. 

2  To  the  vender  and  distiller. 

Thunder  truth  with  startling  tone! 
Swell  the  accents  louder,  shriller, 

Make  their  guilt  enormous  known. 
Onward!  onward!  never  falter, 

Cease  not  till  the  earth  is  free, 
Swear  on  Temp'rance'  holy  altar, 

Death  is  yours  or  victory. 

3  Onward !  onward !  songs  and  praises 

Ring  to  heaven's  topmost  arch, 
Wheresoe'er  your  staudard  raises, 

And  your  conquering  legions  march ; 
Gird  the  Temp'rance  armor  on  you, 

Look  for  guidance  from  above, 
God  and  angels  smile  upon  you ; 

Hasten  then  your  work  of  love. 


The  Temperance  Standard* 

(Music  on  page  42.) 

i  Round  the  Temperance  standard  rally, 
All  the  friends  of  human  kind, 
Snatch  the  devotees  of  folly, 
Wretched,  perishing  and  blind; 

Loudly  tell  them 
How  they  comfort  now  may  find. 

2  Plant  the  Temp'rance  standard  firmly 
Round  it  live  and  round  it  die, 
Young  and  old,  defend  it  sternly, 
Till  we  gain  the  victory. 

And  all  nations 
Hail  the  happy  jubilee 


Over  There. 


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2.  0,  think  of^the  friends  over  there,    Who  before  us    the  journey  have  trod. 


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3  My  Savior  is  now  over  there. 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest: 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 
Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
My  Savior  is  now  over  there. 


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4  I  '11  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 
For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart,  over  there. 
Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Over  there,  over  there, 
1  '11  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


INDEX    OF    TUNES. 


'  Alas!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed 91 

America 55 

A  song  for  the  school 33 

Autumn 103 

Beajtiful  Sabbath  morning 13 

Beautiful  world 59 

Beyond  the  stream 15 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart 28 

Blest  be  the  tie 18 

Bonnie  Doon 101 

Both  sides  the  river 60 

Children's  praise . 19 

Christmas  bells 88 

Christmas  song 64 

Cleansing  fountain 94 

Come,  go  with  us  to  Zion 24 

Come,  join  our  band 73 

Come,  little  soldiers 3 

Cousider  the  poor 40 

Dare  to  do  right 78 

Dear  Jesus,  hear  me 55 

Dear  Sunday  School 100 

Do  the  right...., 69 

Father,  take  my  hand * 61 

Ply  to  the  fountain 95 

Gather  them  in 95 

Give  to  God  the  Sabbath  night 36 

God  is  good 6 

God  is  there 49 

God  is  near  thee 91 

Going  home 12 

Guide 19 

Guide  us,  Savior 4 

Guide  mc,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 42 

Hark!  a  voice 25 

He  that  cometh  in  the  name  of  the....  98 

Horton 104 

Hosanna 22 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath 14 


If  we  knew 54 

I'll  follow  Jesus 41 

I  will  trust  in  my  Savior 31 

Jesus  bids  us  shine 43 

Jesus  high  in  glory 46 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 10 

Jesus,  precious  Jesus 47 

Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain 95 

Just  beyond 44 

Keep  to  the  right 46 

Lamb  of  Calvary 17 

Let  the  travelers  in 20 

Lift  me  higher 86 

Little  things 52 

Lord  dismiss  us 99 

Love's  redeeming  story 64 

Millennia)  glory 81 

Morning  hymn 29 

Mother,  tell  me  of  the  angels 51 

My  father-land 9 

No  surrender 96 

Nothing  but  leaves 83 

Now  we  lift  our  tuneful  voices 90 

O  Christian,  awake 93 

O  how  I  love  Jesus 80 

O  say,  shail  we  meet  you  all  there 65 

Opening  hymn 23 

Our  friend 37 

Our  happy  home 21 

Our  Sabbath  home 56 

Our  Savior  bids  them  come 35 

Over  there 125 

Realms  of  the  blest 43 

Remember  thy  Creator 68 

Room  for  Jesus 34 

Sabbath  bells 5 

Savior,  hear  us „ 77 

Scholar's  greeting  song 87 

Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part 48 


Sing  of  a  Savior's  love 38 

So  do  1 52 

Sorrow  is  o'er 27 

Stand  by  the  school 44 

Stand  up  for  the  truth 57 

Strike  for  Jesus 67 

Take  thy  children  home 32 

Thanksgiving  chant 84 

There  's  a  crown  for  the  young 76 

There  's  a  song  the  angels  sing 70 

The  Bible,  the  Bible „ 26 

The  children's  friend 8 

The  Good  Shepherd 53 

The  harp  of  gold 58 

The  dearest  name...- 72 

The  heavenly  shore 102 

The  little  pilgrim 50 

The  Lord's  prayer 14 

The  old  ship 75 

The  old,  old  story ; 7 

The  Sabbath  bell...- 74 

The  Savior's  call 37 

The  Savior's  command 30 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  come....  50 

The  water  of  life '.....' 16 

The  world  is  my  parish 89 

They  are  coming 85 

Title  clear 39 

'Tis  not  for  man  to  trifle 84 

To-day  the  Savior  calls 24 

Waiting  at  the  door 66 

We  are  going 97 

We  have  all  a  work  to  do 71 

We  shall  know  each  other  there 62 

We  shall  meet  again 79 

We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever 82 

We '11  do  all  that  we  can 92 

Welcome,  welcome  here 11 

Welcome  home 63 

Welcome  to  our  festival 18 

Will  you  go 53 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 29 


INDEX    OF    HYMNS. 


Alas!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed 91 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 122 

And  may  I  still  get  there 102 

Around  the  throne  of  God ll'J 

A  song  for  the  school 33 

Asleep  in  Jesus 124 

Assembled  in  our  school 120 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart 28 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 18 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 115 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters 106 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king 113 

Christmas  bells  are  ringing 88 

Come  away,  come  away 5 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs...  87 

Come,  little  soldiers 3 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 104 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every 119 

Come  with  us  to-day 11 

Courage,  brother,  do  not  stumble 09 

Dare  to  do  right 78 

Disciples  of  Jesus,  why  stand 89 

Ever  constant,  ever  true 96 

Friends  of  freedom  swell  the  song 112 

From  Zion's  sacred  mountain 95 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 106 

Gently,  Lord,  O,  gently  lead  us 4 

Go  and  tell  Jesus 114 

God  bless  our  native  land 110 

God  has  said,  forever  blessed 4 

God  who  gave  us  each  a  talent 71 

God  is  near  thee 91 

Go  to  the  hedges 90 

Grace,  't  is  a  charming  sound 102 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 42 

Hark!  a  voice,  a  heavenly  voice 25 

Happy  angels,  still  ye  dwell C4 

Hark!  I  hear  the  Savior  calling 37 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 104 

Hark  the  Subbath  bell 74 


Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 118 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  he  wise 110 

Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus 34 

Heavenly  Father,  grant  thy  blessing..H8 

Hear  you  ever  angels  singing 44 

Here  we  throng  to  praise  the  Lord 19 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine 112 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful  guide 19 

Hosanna  be  the  children's  song 22 

How  shall  the  young  secure 115 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath 14,  120 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus 80 

I  am  waiting  for  the  Master 66 

If  you  can  not  on  the  ocean 117 

If  we  knew 54 

1  have  a  father  in  the 107 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus 121 

I  know  there's  a  crown 76 

I  love  thy  kingdom 122 

I  love  the  Sunday  school 100 

I 'm  a  little  pilgrim 50 

I  'm  a  pilgrim 108 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here 110 

I  'm  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  hill 109 

In  that  world  of  glory  bright 21 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 118 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 107 

In  yonder  world  of  glory 63 

I  think  when  I  read 47 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus 113 

I  will  trust  in  my  Savior 31 

I  will  sing  you  a  song 123 

Jesus  bids  us  shine 43 

Jesus  high  in  glory 46 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul 10,  123 

Jesus  Christ  our  Lord 77 

Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain 95 

Jesus  says  that  we  must  love  him 53 

Jesus,  Savior,  pity  me 55 

Jesus,  the  water  of  life 16 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward 108 

Just  as  thou  art 50 


Let  us  work  for  the  school 45 

Life  is  but  a  fleeting  dream GO 

Lift  me  higher 86 

Little  drops  of  water 52 

Lord,  dismiss  us 99 

Lord,  help  us  as  we  sing 109 

Lord,  from  thy  glorious  throne 112 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 23 

March  along  together 46 

Morn  amid  the  mountains 6- 

Mother,  tell  me  of  the  angels 61 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 55 

My  days  are  gliding 116 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 17 

My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast 114 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 112 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 110 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 122 

Nothing  but  leaves 83 

Now  is  past  the  time 120- 

Now  we  lift  our  tuneful  voices 90 

O  Christian,  awake 93 

O  come,  happy  children 38 

O  do  not  be  discouraged 122 

O'er  the  portals  of  mercy 30 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues 121 

O  give  thanks 84 

O  happy  day Ill 

Once  more  assembled 124 

On  the  banks 15 

Onward,  onward  band  victorious 124 

O  sing  to  me  of  heaven 102 

O  the  Sabbath  morning 13 

O  think  of  a  home  over  there 125 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven 14 

Our  happy  home  is  far 12 

Our  Savior  bids 35 

Out  on  an  ocean 107 

Over  the  river  I  'm  going 105 

O  we  are  volunteers 105 

Rejoice,  rejoice 81 


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Index  of  Hymns. 


Remember  the  poor 40 

Remember  thy  Creator G8 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  tor  me 110 

Round     the    temperance    standard 
rally 124 

Bavior,  at  thy  footstool  bending 77 

Savior,  breathe  an  evening  blessing.. ..121 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 116 

Shall  we  meet  no  more  to  part 48 

Silently  the  shades  are  falling 36 

Silently  the  shepherds 64 

Sing  hosanna 98 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 104 

Sow  in  the  morning  thy  seed 122 

Stand  up  for  the  truth 57 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer Ill 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 7 

The  Bible,  the  Bible 26 

The  Gospel  ship  is  sailing 109 

The  morning  bright 29 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 116 

The  ransomed  spirit  to  her  home 101 

The  chiluren  dear  who  love  to  pray....  68 
The  Sunday  school  is  my  delight 62 


The  Sunday  school,  that  blessed Ill 

The  way  is  dark,  my  father CI 

The  world  looks  very  beautiful 41 

There  is  a  beautiful  world 59 

There '8  a  beautiful  land  on  high 114 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with 94 

There  is  a  happy  land 113 

There  is  a  place  where  the 9 

There  's  a  song  the  angels  sing 70 

There  '11  be  something  in  heaven 123 

They  are  coming,  they  are  coming 85 

Think  of  it,  little  children 37 

Thou  guardian  of  our 8 

Thus  far  the  Lord 106 

'T  is  not  for  man  to  trifle 84 

'T  is  religion  that  can  give 112 

To-day  the  Savior  calls 24 

Toil  on,  teachers 103 

To  thee,  O  blessed  Savior 117 

We  are  going 97 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 67 

We  are  marching  to  thee 73 

We  are  on  the  deep 75 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean 123 

We  are  rising 115 


We  are  traveling  home 24 

Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main 104 

We  love  the  sunny  days 56 

We  never  will  think i)2 

We  joyfully  wake  our  choral  lay 72 

We  shall  meet  beyond  the  river 79 

We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever 82 

We  speak  of  the  realms 43 

We  've  listed  in  a  holy  war 109 

Welcome  to  our  festival 18 

What  to  me  are  earth's 27 

When  o'er  earth  is  breaking 49 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 39 

When  marshaled  on 101 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 110 

When  the  morning  light 108 

When  we  hear  the  music 62 

Where  do  you  journey 65 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 105 

Who  are  they  whose  Tittle  feet 2t> 

Who  shall  sing  if  not  the 103 

Why  do  we  linger 32 

Will  you  go,  sinner. 53 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 29 

Zion  stands  with  hills 121 


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